The fire dies on it's own
Leaving us to ourselves, but not exactly alone
I think that someone is out there waiting
Anticipation has grown
The air is black as can be
Can't even see that my hand is infront of me
I'm overhearing a whisper, "They won't escape 'til the blood is set free"
So turn back, the silence is deafening
Turn back, don't let them see you again
They make their rounds at the midnight hour and
On the clock it's just a minute away
So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed
When the huger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease
Now I'm finding my friends
Hanging from trees, made a bed of a barb wired fence
I'm on the loose with my neck in the noose, but hey
I enjoy the intense
Turn back, the silence is deafening
Turn back, don't let them see you again
They make their rounds at the midnight hour and
On the clock it's just a minute away
So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed
When the hunger for the living helps then hunt it with the greatest of ease
No experience could never match the sight of when a person is through
If it's the last thing I will do, I'll be the one that will escape from hellview
And I will
So turn back, the silence is deafening
Turn back, don't let them see you again
They make the rounds at the midnight hour and
On the clock it's just a minute away
So turn back, the silence is deafening
Turn back, don't let them see you again
They make the rounds at the midnight hour and
On the clock it's just a minute away
So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed
When the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease
No experience could ever match the sight of when a person is through
If it's the last thing I will do, I'll be the one that will escape from hellview
And I will