Mmmmm oh no not this shit again
Man I hate this shit ahhhh
F*ck here we go again
On the thirteenth day
In the cycle phases
The sickness kicks
In and takes me places
With no hesitation
And no reservation
The hunger begins
As night ascends
Been cursed with this since
The dawning of ages
By the Moon's evil
Faces anatma races
Since days spent building
Shrines like masons
Aligned with the skies
My thoughts is racing
Every fifteen days I go crazy
Start foaming at the mouth
Like I have rabies
Uncontrollable ripping
Skin off old ladies
Sick obsession
Blending up babies
I don't even know
Why I got to do this
Just stay the f*ck out
My way You punk bitch
Like Tony said it's a curse
But you'll never catch me
In the back of a hearse what
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Stalk my victim
I'm in the shadows
Wait for the time
When the horror plateaus
You don't know
That I'm here til it's too late
I put a damper
On your nice little date
And I strike your neck
It meets my mouth
I look in your eyes
As you fade out
The tough guy you're
With just runs away
I let him go
So I can kill another day
Naw I got him Stanky creep
Up behind him flanking
Any escape attempt get
It in quick take him out
Then split the bitch
At her intestines tearing her flesh
You get heads again legs and thighs
Make it easy on the digestive
Which is good since
The moon is headed westward
Sixteen days almost in the books
Hate this curse of shadoof
Dragging my half off
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Seventeenth day as the sun sets
Back out on my prowl hope
I get my fix
Less than twenty four left
And I'm starting to vex
Feel my reflex slipping
While I'm chasing
My knees getting
Weak got to be patient
Watching my target feel
My heart pace lift
My breath is in hiss time
To take this bitch
Chase him to the den
As he slips into darkness
This is it I'm going
For the chest
Start to tear into his flesh
See the look in his eyes
Go from anger to fear
And then surprise
What's this not now
I'm turning back
In my weakened state
He blocks my attack
Kicks me off and then runs away
I can only imagine what he'll say
Wazteland Warriorz - The Moon Lyrics
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English
Mmmmm oh no not this shit again
Man I hate this shit ahhhh
F*ck here we go again
On the thirteenth day
In the cycle phases
The sickness kicks
In and takes me places
With no hesitation
And no reservation
The hunger begins
As night ascends
Been cursed with this since
The dawning of ages
By the Moon's evil
Faces anatma races
Since days spent building
Shrines like masons
Aligned with the skies
My thoughts is racing
Every fifteen days I go crazy
Start foaming at the mouth
Like I have rabies
Uncontrollable ripping
Skin off old ladies
Sick obsession
Blending up babies
I don't even know
Why I got to do this
Just stay the f*ck out
My way You punk bitch
Like Tony said it's a curse
But you'll never catch me
In the back of a hearse what
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Stalk my victim
I'm in the shadows
Wait for the time
When the horror plateaus
You don't know
That I'm here til it's too late
I put a damper
On your nice little date
And I strike your neck
It meets my mouth
I look in your eyes
As you fade out
The tough guy you're
With just runs away
I let him go
So I can kill another day
Naw I got him Stanky creep
Up behind him flanking
Any escape attempt get
It in quick take him out
Then split the bitch
At her intestines tearing her flesh
You get heads again legs and thighs
Make it easy on the digestive
Which is good since
The moon is headed westward
Sixteen days almost in the books
Hate this curse of shadoof
Dragging my half off
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Seventeenth day as the sun sets
Back out on my prowl hope
I get my fix
Less than twenty four left
And I'm starting to vex
Feel my reflex slipping
While I'm chasing
My knees getting
Weak got to be patient
Watching my target feel
My heart pace lift
My breath is in hiss time
To take this bitch
Chase him to the den
As he slips into darkness
This is it I'm going
For the chest
Start to tear into his flesh
See the look in his eyes
Go from anger to fear
And then surprise
What's this not now
I'm turning back
In my weakened state
He blocks my attack
Kicks me off and then runs away
I can only imagine what he'll say
Man I hate this shit ahhhh
F*ck here we go again
On the thirteenth day
In the cycle phases
The sickness kicks
In and takes me places
With no hesitation
And no reservation
The hunger begins
As night ascends
Been cursed with this since
The dawning of ages
By the Moon's evil
Faces anatma races
Since days spent building
Shrines like masons
Aligned with the skies
My thoughts is racing
Every fifteen days I go crazy
Start foaming at the mouth
Like I have rabies
Uncontrollable ripping
Skin off old ladies
Sick obsession
Blending up babies
I don't even know
Why I got to do this
Just stay the f*ck out
My way You punk bitch
Like Tony said it's a curse
But you'll never catch me
In the back of a hearse what
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Stalk my victim
I'm in the shadows
Wait for the time
When the horror plateaus
You don't know
That I'm here til it's too late
I put a damper
On your nice little date
And I strike your neck
It meets my mouth
I look in your eyes
As you fade out
The tough guy you're
With just runs away
I let him go
So I can kill another day
Naw I got him Stanky creep
Up behind him flanking
Any escape attempt get
It in quick take him out
Then split the bitch
At her intestines tearing her flesh
You get heads again legs and thighs
Make it easy on the digestive
Which is good since
The moon is headed westward
Sixteen days almost in the books
Hate this curse of shadoof
Dragging my half off
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Under the Moon under the Moon
Hunting for food hunting for food
We're coming for you coming for you
Your flesh we'll consume
Your flesh we'll consume
Seventeenth day as the sun sets
Back out on my prowl hope
I get my fix
Less than twenty four left
And I'm starting to vex
Feel my reflex slipping
While I'm chasing
My knees getting
Weak got to be patient
Watching my target feel
My heart pace lift
My breath is in hiss time
To take this bitch
Chase him to the den
As he slips into darkness
This is it I'm going
For the chest
Start to tear into his flesh
See the look in his eyes
Go from anger to fear
And then surprise
What's this not now
I'm turning back
In my weakened state
He blocks my attack
Kicks me off and then runs away
I can only imagine what he'll say
Writer: TONY LEE HART
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave