Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wretched, artist - Ghostemane. Album song Plagues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Wretched |
| Coming from another realm I’m a work of fiction and I’m never coming back I’m |
| running back into the mind of Howard |
| Lovecraft plague mask in the back gas is irrelevant I’m traveling on fuel from |
| the shadow of Hephaestus flames |
| Crafting a blade for me so I may faithfully |
| Run up in to WBC and |
| Decapitate anything that I see |
| Funny how ignorance makes me so mean |
| Like |
| When a mothafucka believe anything he read or |
| See on TV |
| Knee deep into propaganda better pop a hand of xans |
| If you’re too pussy to handle your life like a man I |
| Can’t relate I’m on another plane |
| Can somebody tell me how to live and breathe and die a mortal way |
| Ima lost cause really |
| Hey |
| Never gna wanna belong pardon while I burn sage |
| Everything I read leads me to believe maybe one day Ima be apart of something |
| so much greater than me |
| When I perish |
| Get the kerosene and |
| Burn me to oblivion but don’t make a scene |
| I need privacy so the prophecy may be complete and I merge with the mages of |
| ethereality |
| Count on me when I am finally free I will watch you while scrying in the sea |
| Underground catatonia |
| I found a scroll in Rome from a secret map I found in Macedonia |
| Fuck this music, I don’t got the time to even hate cause I got secret service |
| people from the Vatican approachin bruh |
| Whatchu tellin me? |
| I’ll shoot an apple off your wifeys head and miss |
| And hit the bitch in the head like William lee |
| A murderous 8th dimension night breed killa Dylan be |
| Clip on my hip and the chip on my shoulder turned into the monster next to me |
| Bloodline illuminati 666 lizard people all around me man |
| Rozzy really bout to take a trip to North Korea and come back a brand new man |
| Coming back and foundin Dylananastan |
| To build a wall to separate me from the stans |
| Bitches wanna hold my hand |
| But they don’t even know about the demo of my favorite band |
| Dylan got the stamina to keep it goin |
| 90s baby getting buck like Pretty Tony |
| I don’t got no time for phony rap bologna |
| We gone fuck the bitch and have a ceremony |
| Mask on face |
| Weapons in my place |
| A hundred million bodies Ima concentrate |
| Anybody with a cheerful disposition |
| Who believe in heaven might just meet their fate |
| Dylan throw it, tell the bitch to go wide |
| Fuck around, participate in homicide |
| From sea to shining sea, a Christian holocaust |
| A pagan neo-judaistic genocide |
| Yesterday, I got so fumin angry that |
| I stabbed myself, in the thigh, with a fork |
| Whatchu know about the wretched wicked shit? |
| Like the atrocities of Malachi York |
| Busted and dusted, like an angel that just lost its way |
| And we all gone die anyway so |
| Fuck it, mane |
| Mind gone straight lost in a fog of haze |
| Two brothers from the housing authority |
| Came to take your kids and dogs away |