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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