Lyrics Goth Bitches (The Serenade) [Rain] - Onoe Caponoe, Jehst

Goth Bitches (The Serenade) [Rain]

Gothic artist
Surrounded by a thousand neurotic dancers
Nosferatu
The prince of darkness
Complex questions, simple answers
I need a thimble full of virgin’s blood
I got a harem of willing martyrs
Sacrificial carnage
Go get the mortician
Me and my lady like Gomez and Morticia
Serenade the dead
We 'bout to raise the dead
A human skeleton
Dancing on a razor’s edge
Rainbows reflected in
Puddles of mud
Candles lit at the stone table
Cut for the blood
We break the body of Christ
Let the alcohol flow
Physical form of an Adonis
With the head of a goat
Yeah
The high priest
You could tell it was me
Nun’s break their celibacy
And sell it to me
We made love in my coffin
And she said it was 'dope'
My verse sponsored by illuminati
Word to the pope
A hundred goth bitches dancing on my stone table
While I light a hundred fucking candles to my own fable
A hundred goth bitches dancing on my stone table
While I light a hundred fucking candles to my own fable
A hundred goth bitches dancing on my stone table
While I light a hundred fucking candles to my own fable
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A hundred goth bitches dancing on my stone table
While I light a hundred fucking candles to my own fable
Holy 1
Holy 1
Butterflies dancing up in my stomach
the choices through my rhyme
Fuck that shit I’m floating
I’m golden
I’m dipping too much ocean
got me open quick
Chilling with like twenty goth bitches
Up in a broken lift
Smoking potent indulgent shit
Yeah, I love it, though
Biting each and every fucking one
'Cause they tell me 'O, bite my fucking neck'
Bite my fucking neck, no disrespect
Bite that shit to death
My flesh, rip that shit to shreds'
I’m on the fucking edge
Diving into darkness
No they can’t chart us
A hundred goth bitches dancing on my stone table
While I light a hundred fucking candles to my own fable
Where’s the bible?
Where’s the bible?
Feed us all a passage
See if that can bless the acid
In these bitches while I vanish
Into my brain
Bill a spliff to ease the pain
Standing in the coloured rain
I can feel it come again
Come again
Come again
my brain
right now I’m a couple places
Alternate universe
I view my
See a hundred goth bitches dancing like a fucking
A hundred goth bitches dancing on my stone table
While I light a hundred fucking candles to my own fable
A hundred goth bitches dancing on my stone table
While I light a hundred fucking candles to my own fable
A hundred goth bitches dancing on my stone table
While I light a hundred fucking candles to my own fable
A hundred goth bitches dancing on my stone table
While I light a hundred fucking candles to my own fable
into my castle
And lie on the velveteen chaise lounge
Sipping red wine
It’s not red wine
Come into the castle and
1, 2, 3, a 100 goth bitches
Rain down my window pane
Rain down my window pane
Yeah, it’s my old friend, again
Gargoyle Mr. Rain
Usually, you fuck me up
Usually you leave me soaked
Right now I’d be in my house laughing
But you missed the rain
And catch me slipping again
I plan my moves and keep it plain
Umbrella fella on the train
Mr. Rain
Though sometimes I miss the rain
Catch me playing again?]
Flaming jane up in my brain
Turn it up, I feel the pain
But the weatherman ain’t playing
He says it’s about to rain
It’s 'bout to rain
Rain down my window pane
Rain down my window pane
Yeah, it’s my old friend, again
Gargoyle Mr. Rain
Sometimes you piss me off
Other times, yeah, you keep you calm
I can’t work it out, now, Mr. Rain:
Are you more good than harm?
Never raining over there
Flooding shit out over there
Maybe Mr. Rain is just a gargoyle
That don’t fucking care
Wave my zoobie in the way
Out to Mr. Rain
Fucking prick
Fuck you Mr. Rain