GHOSTEMANE, Rozz Dyliams - Wretched lyrics

Coming from another realm, I'm a work of
Fiction and I'm never coming back
I'm running back into the mind of Howard
Lovecraft plague mask in the
Back gas is irrelevant
I'm traveling on fuel from the
Shadow of Hephaestus flames
Crafting a blade for me so
I may faithfully run
Up into WBC and decapitate
Anything that I see
Funny how ignorance makes me so mean
Like when a motherfucker believe anything he
Read or see on TV knee deep into propaganda
Better pop a hand of Xans
If you're too pussy to handle your life
Like a man I can't relate
I'm on another plane
Can somebody tell me how to live and
Breathe and die a mortal way?
I'm a lost cause, really hate
Never gonna wanna belong
Pardon while I burn sage
Everything I read lead me to
Believe maybe one day
I'ma be apart of something so
Much greater than me
When I perish, get the kerosene
And burn me to oblivion
But don't make a scene i need privacy so the
Prophecy may be complete
And I merge with the mages of ethereality
Count on me when I am finally free
I will watch you while scrying in the sea

Underground catatonia
I found a scroll in Rome from a
Secret map I found in Macedonia
Fuck this music
I don't got the time to even hate
'cause I got secret service people
From the Vatican approaching, bruh
What you tellin' me?
I'll shoot an apple off your
Wifey's head and miss
And hit the bitch in the
Head like William Lee
A murderous eight dimension night
Breed killa Dylan be
Clip on my hip and the chip on my
Shoulder turned into the monster next to me
Bloodline Illuminati, 666, lizard people
All around me, man
Rozzy really 'bout to take a trip to North
Korea and come back a brand new man
Coming back and founding Dylananastan
To build a wall to separate me from the stans
Bitches wanna hold my hand
But they don't even know about the
Demo of my favorite band
Dylan got the stamina to keep it goin'
90s baby getting buck like Pretty Tony
I don't got no time for phony rap baloney
We gon' fuck the bitch and have a ceremony
Mask on face weapons in my place
A hundred million bodies I'ma concentrate
Anybody with a cheerful disposition
Who believe in heaven might
Just meet their fate
Dylan throw it, tell the bitch to go wide
Fuck around, participate in homicide
From sea to shining sea
A Christian Holocaust
A pagan neo-Judaistic genocide
Yesterday I got so fumin' angry that
I stabbed myself in the thigh with a fork
What you know about the wretched wicked shit
Like the atrocities of Malachi York?
Busted and dusted like an angel
That just lost it's way
And we all gon' die anyway, so fuck it, mane
Mind gone straight lost in a fog of haze
Two brothers from the housing authority
Came to take your kids and dogs away