24 days ago

Yiff in the Ashes
by
Tingster & The Coyotitos

[Verse 1]
Sol Coyotl walks the desert plain,
listening to echoes of a human game.
Not drums, not chants, not songs of old —
just neon masks and costumes sold.
They whispered “murr,” they begged for scritch,
a secret code, a tribal stitch.
But tribes of fur became a snare,
a shrine to lust, not a prayer.

[Pre-Chorus]
The tail was stitched, the soul undone,
a second skin that weighed a ton.
Coyotl weeps, the desert moans,
for fur became their brittle throne.

[Chorus]
Yiff in the ashes —
the spirit sold for play.
Scritches in the shadows —
the light has turned away.
Fursuits in the desert rot,
the masks cannot conceal the rot.
Turn back, turn away,
before your soul is led astray.

[Verse 2]
Once it was laughter, once it was free,
a pack that ran in wild unity.
Now it’s a con where the lonely trade,
where innocence corrodes and fades.
Leetspeak ghosts and Elvish prayers,
costumes bought with borrowed stares.
But fur was never meant to bind,
it eats the spirit, blinds the mind.

[Pre-Chorus]
The howl is lost, replaced with noise,
the desert cries for wasted joys.
Coyotl prays, the night replies,
“shed the mask before it dies.”

[Bridge]
Coyotl cries: return, return!
Before your soul forgets to burn.
The fur is false, the hunger real,
but the desert offers wounds that heal.
Cast off the ears, the tail, the game,
remember the truth, remember your name.

[Final Chorus]
Yiff in the ashes —
your soul is worth much more.
Scritches on the altar —
but faith walks out the door.
Fursuits in the desert rot,
but the wolf still runs, the moon is hot.
Turn back, turn away,
before your life is led astray.

[Outro]
Sol Coyotl walks, his shadow long,
mourning a world where tribes went wrong.
He leaves behind the neon grave,
calling the lost —
be strong, be brave.

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