Hunters - The Living Tombstone, Dan Bull, Schaffer The Darklord

The knock-knock that you hear is shocking and stopping you

Cold with fear but nobody’s here, who you talking to?

Kill the lights, close the windows, gotta lock 'em too

It’s like you’ve got the feeling that somebody is watching you

But oh my God, it’s true, you aren’t being paranoid

You aren’t overreacting to every scary noise

You know I’m out there, lying in wait

Motionless in camouflage and laying the bait

That you’ll take when you make the mistake of pausing to stare

Where I’ve got you in my sights at the crossing of hairs

Then the ringing makes you jump and sucks the life from your mouth

When you realize the call has come from inside the house

Take your time and hide, I’ve got patience and aim

You’ll make the greatest trophy the most dangerous game

Drink blood, get some, take another victim

Crack of dawn, I wake up with a hunger to be killing

I pursue my goal to terrorize every blood-sucking villain

I’m a monster hunter making them recall what terror feels like

An abomination waiting for hear what a monster squeals like

I’m vicious but I dress nice, got my suit pressed tight

Wash away the blood stains, polish all my best knives

Ready to attack (yes), holy water strapped (bless)

A notch on the belt and a bone for the pile, I’m stalking, killing undead life

Can’t run, can’t hide, sneaking up on me, tryna take a bite

Stupid dead fool, I’m like you, I’m a daywalker baby, I’m biteproof

Undead knight, half-lived life, I’ma drain your devilish power as I

Drink blood, get some, take another victim

Drink blood, get some, take another victim

Drink blood, get some, take another victim

Hey honey, I’m home, what have you done today?

Oh, not much, just hunted prey, gave a punctured lung

To some poor waif who failed to run away

Saved some for later, gonna flay them in a hundred ways

Surviving me’s a rite of passage, they won’t come of age

It’s kind of strange how quick the summer days become a haze

And crumble away in wake of a way unfunner phase

I’m a pestilent Jekyll and Hyde, a devil in debt to the dead of the night

A malevolent specter whose primary weapon is hiding

From the breath of the light just next to your sight

A grimy reflection inscribed with an etching infecting the mind

Of a precious exceptional child, how the heck do you expect to survive?

You’re but the next metric left bereft of a life

That shouldn’t be too heavy a price for the penitent type

That’s why a predator’s collecting your creditor’s debt, be advised

I make an effort to blend in, ever so friendly, then they never suspect me

You know that I did, but good luck proving anything directly