I wanna know... Who the fuck you think you are? These monsters are mean These monsters want blood Please just tell me, what is really going on The sun is leaving for my pleasure Time had to run, but is not a measure Is hunting season baby, I'm dying alone Wait, is hunting season. Hills are filled with fire, and you lost control, And the darkened path, goes on and on. Wait, is hunting season. Now my friends will come singing tra-la-la, We will set the logs on fire come and dance around. Hey, are you still there? Could you please tell me? If the sun will shine again