Hunting Season
Loner
When you hear the howls coming from the woods
All you fucking junkies are dropping needles in your hood
The season is open, beasts are hungry for the hunt
Get into the burrow cause they feel your tainted blood
Wolves are coming, searching for the prey
You’d better fucking be prepared
Run or hide doesn’t matter in the end
White fangs slammed on your neck
Wolves are coming, searching for the prey
No more fear of the street lights
You have already been doomed
When will your realise?
The hunting season is open
It never really ends
You know what’s coming
The new era of the pack