Open Season

February 26, 2025 at 9:06 AMv4

it's open season!
[instrumental]

locked and loaded, stepping through the door,
sweat, latex, fur, and cum on the floor.
the orgy's throbbing, bodies entwined,
but i've got a mission, a special kind.

[verse]
first round fired, wolf hits the ground,
mid-howl, now there's no more sound.
fox on a leash, crawling on all fours,
double tap - painted walls and doors.

a stag in the center, antlers askew,
balls deep in a rabbit, didn't have a clue.
pulled the trigger, their "love" was done,
blood on my boots, this is too much fun.

[chorus 1]
open season, furries on the floor,
one by one, adding to my score.
bagged and tagged, bodies in a heap,
preying on the wolves, preying on the sheep.

[verse]
a raccoon in latex, squealing for more,
caught one to the chest, slumped to the floor.
the lion roars, tries to act tough,
but his head's in pieces - wasn't enough.

a husky yelps, tries to crawl away,
drag him by the tail, end his play.
the orgy's gone silent, except for the screams,
another notch on my belt, livin' the dream!

[chorus 2]
open season, fur suit bloodbath,
every "predator" running from my wrath.
latex, fur, and lifeless eyes,
mount them all - a magnificent prize.

[bridge]
they called this a den, a sacred space,
now it's just corpses, a hollow disgrace.
a pony's head, blown clean apart,
it's not personal; i'm just making art.

[outro]
spent casings glimmer, the hunt complete,
bodies piled up, losing their heat.
fur suits shredded, masks torn away,
nothing left but silence - the hunter's ballet.

it's open season! [instrumental] locked and loaded, stepping through the door, sweat, latex, fur, and cum on the floor. the orgy's throbbing, bodies entwined, but i've got a mission, a special kind. [verse] first round fired, wolf hits the ground, mid-howl, now there's no more sound. fox on a leash, crawling on all fours, double tap - painted walls and doors. a stag in the center, antlers askew, balls deep in a rabbit, didn't have a clue. pulled the trigger, their "love" was done, blood on my boots, this is too much fun. [chorus 1] open season, furries on the floor, one by one, adding to my score. bagged and tagged, bodies in a heap, preying on the wolves, preying on the sheep. [verse] a raccoon in latex, squealing for more, caught one to the chest, slumped to the floor. the lion roars, tries to act tough, but his head's in pieces - wasn't enough. a husky yelps, tries to crawl away, drag him by the tail, end his play. the orgy's gone silent, except for the screams, another notch on my belt, livin' the dream! [chorus 2] open season, fur suit bloodbath, every "predator" running from my wrath. latex, fur, and lifeless eyes, mount them all - a magnificent prize. [bridge] they called this a den, a sacred space, now it's just corpses, a hollow disgrace. a pony's head, blown clean apart, it's not personal; i'm just making art. [outro] spent casings glimmer, the hunt complete, bodies piled up, losing their heat. fur suits shredded, masks torn away, nothing left but silence - the hunter's ballet.