GHOSTEMANE - Andromeda | Текст песни

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• GHOSTEMANE
• Andromeda

I don't really want no weed
I don't really want no friends
I don't really need no whip
I don't really want no ends

I don't really want no bitch
I don't really want no top
I don't really want no hope
I don't really want no hoe
I don't really want no life
I don't even really wanna die
I don't really wanna do shit bitch world got me down and I wanna just quit

I don't wanna play no shows
I don't wanna make no clothes
I don't wanna write you a verse
I don't wanna talk no more

Sever the limbs off my torso and burn what remains
Shouts out to Coheed
I would not be alive if I gave in to one of the times that I wanted to be 6 feet deep beneath all of our feet
I've given up on giving up I found a reason to be in hopes you will deify me
I'm sick of writing I would rather be in Andromeda that way it would take a billion years for you to find me

Candle wax burns on her back in the shape of a pentacle