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

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