PAIN Sematary (Ft. Ghost Mountain)

[Intro: Sematary]
Ahh

[Chorus: Ghost Mountain]
I'm the Wickerman, I am made of pain
Runnin' up a hill in the rain
Got red dot pointed at your brain
Ghost Mountain gon' keep it in range
Wickerman, I am made of pain
I'm the wagoner, creepin' down the way
Trench knife, got the wartime blade
Sematary gon' put you in the grave

[Verse 1: Ghost Mountain]
Living out a hearse, come ride with me
Cry out my name from the trees
Scars on me, call it surgery
Hit the lights, no emergency
I'll fly with you
Pins and needles fill my room
Tryna feel nothing
Take me out and show me pain

[Chorus: Ghost Mountain & Sematary]
I'm the Wickerman, I am made of pain
Runnin' up a hill in the rain
Got red dot pointed at your brain
Ghost Mountain gon' keep it in range
Wickerman, I am made of pain (Ahh)
I'm the wagoner, creepin' down the way
Trench knife, got the wartime blade (Ahhhh)
Sematary gon' put you in the grave