Zitate und Songtexte von Ghostemane

All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows

I would not be alive if I gave in to one of the times
That I wanted to be six feet deep beneath all of our feet
I've given up on giving up

I'm finding the silver lining and I'm mining for hope
Tryna keep my wrists closed

Keeping a gun loaded under my bed 'cause I know that one day you'll be swallowing lead

It's 11 degrees and I can see my breath so I know I'm breathing
But I got no pulse, I swear to Thelema my heart ain't beating