The fire dies on its own, leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone
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I think that something is out there waiting, anticipation has grown
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The air as black as can be, can't even see that my hand is in front of me
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I'm overhearing a whisper, "They won't escape until the blood is set free"
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So turn back, the silence is deafening
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Turn back, don't let them see you again
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They make the rounds at the midnight hour
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And on the clock it's just a minute away
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So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed
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And the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease
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Now I'm finding my friends, Hanging from trees, made a bed of a barbed wire fence
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I'm on the loose with my neck in the noose but hey, I enjoy the intense
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So turn back, the silence is deafening
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Turn back, don't let them see you again
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They make the rounds at the midnight hour
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And on the clock it's just a minute away
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So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed
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When the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease
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No experience could ever match the sight of when is a person is through
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If it's the last thing I will do, I'll be the one that will escape from Hellview
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And I will
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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
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And I will
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