There will be a reckoning

It's coming back again like a chainsaw

Ripping apart what's in its path

Coming for me, but not this time

Not this time around

Cries of the past are beckoning

Calling for a reckoning

When the hunter becomes the hunted, who will concede?

There will be a reckoning

Try to break me down, cave in, give up

And start to dig the deeper grave, buried alive

But not this time

Not this time around

Cries of the past are beckoning

Calling for a reckoning

When the hunter becomes the hunted, who will concede?

There will be a reckoning

I see it, I hear it, It's mad

I feel it, and it's coming in fast

I see it, I hear it, It's back

Right in my sights, go for the kill shot

For the kill shot

No more time to hesitate

I must act fast

I must act now

Cries of the past are beckoning

Calling for a reckoning

When the hunter becomes the hunted, who will concede?

There will be a reckoning

Run, seek, find, relief

Hide from your own defeat

Run, seek, find, relief

Hide from your own defeat