hunting down my prey - they die
cross my line of death and there's nothing else left
any way you choose - you lose
and i'm living proof - crime pays
i'm a psychopath and i create the aftermath
that sets the sun forever - on you
haven't you figured out it open season?
i'll track you down and kill you for no apparent reason
running like a frightened little rabbit would run
calling the police and i'm gonna pull my piece
your heart's gonna cease - to beat
black as pitch to horrify
you can scream and cry - goodbye
it may never last and i blame it on the past
being told to kill - at will
shivers down my spine when the victim is all mine
you begin to beg - for help
haven't you figured out it open season?
i'll track you down and kill you for no apparent reason
running like a frightened little rabbit would run
until you're nullified before my eyes
but the kill is the icing on the cake
a curtain of red from my hailstorms of lead
will rain on you as you die
your face will be spewing chunks of bloody ruin
your baby face will be a gory mask
my personal crusade is to see that you are flayed
and my hunting knife will complete the task