Goth Bitches (The Serenade) [Rain]

Gothic artists surrounded by a thousand erotic dancers

Nosferatu the prince of darkness

Complex questions, simple answers

I need a thimble full of virgin 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

Nuns 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

A hundred goth bitches dancing on my stone table

While I light a hundred fucking candles to my own fable

Holy one, six nine, holy one, six nine

Butterflies dancing up in my stomach digging my design

From all the voices in my mind

I light the traces through my rhyme

Fuck that shit, I'm floating, eyes rolling, holding the rodent stove

In slow motion, swollen, I'm golden

I'm dipping too much ocean

The darkness got me open quick

Chilling with like twenty goth bitches up in the broken lift

Smoking potent, indulgent shit

Yeah I love it though

Biting each and every fucking one

Can't they tell me, oh

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 wholehearted, the seeds are planted

Lift my plastered bastard carcass from martyrs

Now 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

Read the soul of passions

See if that can bless the acid in these bitches while I vanish

Enter my brain, feel a flicker, ease the pain

Standing in the coloured rain, I can feel it come again

Come again, come again, sands of time disperse my brain

I'm completely out, I'm so right now, I'm in a couple places

Alternative universe, I view my worth through coloured hazes

Through the smoke I start to see

A thousand goth bitches dancing like a fucking masterpiece

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

All goth bitches come into my castle

And lie on the velveteen chaise lounge

Sipping red wine

It's not red wine, it's blood berry

All goth bitches come into the castle

They count one, two, three

Three, a hundred goth bitches

All goth bitches come into my castle

And, ahh