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

Hunters

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