
Date of issue: 19.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wolf Creek |
Blood spilling and flowing down wolf creek |
Couple bodies obliterated that’s laying on the street |
See my breath as I breathe couple degrees below 3 |
Trying hold my motha fuckin tongue can hardly be discreet |
My heart speeding as the pendulum stops |
It’s like I’m trapped inside an hour glass with minutes to drop |
My minds extremely altered and lately my vision so corrupt DEAD |
Haha get it I’m seeing infrared |
I’m Cold as fuck, enough to make a penguin freeze |
I seen a pathway to heaven but I’m stuck somewhere in between... fuck |
I’m so sick of the nuisance, bouta infiltrate these bullets into 100 of humans |
So keep it moving |
There’s a lot death upon us all you demons act dishonest |
Fucken over everybody while you stayin at your calmest |
Got the leader in the shadows, askin servants what the fuck you brought us? |
Don’t complain cause it’s the wicker man who fucken burned the hottest |
Don’t be fucken actin dead, cockroaches near the bloodshed |
Paint a picture, souls red |
Chained up, gaged stuffed |
Playin ball with ya head |
That’s the fucken ritual to summon all the undead |
Maggots formin from the other side, eatin out ya eyes |
Life is full of leaches and is feeding off your blood supply |
Hang the fucken noose, it’s fucken time to cut the ties |
Took a fucken a minute bein paralyzed to |
Realize I... |
Wake up in the night and see demonic type of figures |
I hear Voices in my head that speak most ominous of whispers |
Convince me imma burn in Hell and heavily considered |
Built relations with a burner since I’ll burn with all the sinners |
Tell me you can save me fuck opinions of a minister |
Religions something sinister designed to keep us prisoner |
Marksman when I spit I hit em dead center |
Spill they guts when I rip em call me jack rippa |
Cut em up and dig a hole just throw the bodies in it |
When conviction starts to sit in tend to numb to feelings |
I Grab a pistol and some bullets call schizophrenic friends |
I Find a victim worth a purge let the psycho play again |