The fire dies on its own

Leaving us to ourselves, but not exactly alone

I think that something is out there waiting

Anticipation has grown

The air is black as can be

Can't even see that my hand is in front of me

I'm overhearing a whisper, "They won't escape

Until the blood is set free"

So turn back, the silence is deafening

Turn back, don't let 'em 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

And 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 'em 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 them 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 'em 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 'em 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