John Dee - Ghostemane

Fuck everything I’m gone

Leave it alone

Every time I get so close then it all gets blown

Don’t play along

Everybody think they know but they all just clones

Marchin' along

Really wanna give my skull a brand new hole

But I won’t though

I don’t wanna get no blood on my Grandma floor

Burden my soul

One foot in the plane and the other one in inferno

Master your alchemy, master the world listen as above so below

Pussy ass bitch don’t know a damn thing except what the fuck you told

You cannot fuck with a level 10 mage like Ghoste

I wake up in the morning feelin' like I’m John Dee

Got my black magic book and drew a circle round me

Bish, I wake up in the morning feelin' like I’m not me

I’m a beast, I’m a killer, I’m a young Crowley

Bitch, I wake up in the morning feelin' like I’m John Dee

Got my black magic book and drew a circle round me

Bish, I wake up in the morning feelin' like I’m not me

I’m a beast, I’m a killer, I’m a young Crowley

Come to my show

Get fucked in your soul

Spittin' that hate

Better get you ass on

I gotta a lot of shit but no control

Draw me a circle round me on the floor

Summon the demons that worship the goat

Deep in abyss here they come and they go

Snatchin' your soul leavin' just skin and bones

Eternal torture I’m stealin' your ghost

Had enough dope

Had enough hope

How do I cope?

Where do I go?

No one I know

Seen what I seen I’m a lonely soul

I can barely tell a friend from foe

All that I know

Is I don’t know

Where to call home?

Where to go?

No heart I can stow

In a safe place, I’m a dead end joke

Still want to come to the plane?

Let’s go

I hate everything

I hate everything

We are not the same, I can feel no pain

I hate everything

I hate everything

We are not the same, I can feel no pain

I wake up in the morning feelin' like I’m John Dee

Got my black magic book and drew a circle round me

Bish, I wake up in the morning feelin' like I’m not me

I’m a beast, I’m a killer, I’m a young Crowley

Bitch, I wake up in the morning feelin' like I’m John Dee

Got my black magic book and drew a circle round me

Bish, I wake up in the morning feelin' like I’m not me

I’m a beast, I’m a killer, I’m a young Crowley