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 as 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 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
And the hunger 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 barbed wire fence
I'm on the loose with my neck in the noose but hey, I enjoy the intense

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 is 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 is 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

Copyright: TUNECORE INC
Writer(s): Chad Ginsburg, Deron Miller, Jess Margera