Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wolf Creek, artist - Unaverage Gang. 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 |