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 the whisper "They won't escape until the blood is set free"

So turn back, the silence is deafening
Turn back donâ??t let them see you again
They make the rounds at the midnight hour and
On the clock itâ??s just a minute away

So weâ??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

And now Iâ??m finding my friends
Hanging from trees, made of bent over barbed wire fence
Iâ??m on the loose with my neck in the noose, but hey, I enjoy the intense

Turn back, the silence is deafening
Turn back donâ??t let them see you again
They make the rounds at the midnight hour and
On the clock itâ??s just a minute away

So weâ??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
No experience could ever match the sight of when a person is through
If itâ??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 donâ??t let them see you again
They make the rounds at the midnight hour and
On the clock itâ??s just a minute away

So turn back, the silence is deafening
Turn back donâ??t let them see you again
They make the rounds at the midnight hour and
On the clock itâ??s just a minute away

So weâ??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
No experience could ever match the sight of when a person is through
If itâ??s the last thing I will do I'll be the one that will escape from Hellview
And I will.