There will be a reckoning It's coming back again like a chainsaw Ripping apart what's in its path Coming for me, but not this time Not this time around Cries of the past are beckoning Calling for a reckoning When the hunter becomes the hunted, who will concede? There will be a reckoning Try to break me down, cave in, give up And start to dig the deeper grave, buried alive But not this time Not this time around Cries of the past are beckoning Calling for a reckoning When the hunter becomes the hunted, who will concede? There will be a reckoning I see it, I hear it. It's mad I feel it, and it's coming in fast I see it, I hear it. It's back Right in my sights, go for the kill shot For the kill shot No more time to hesitate I must act fast I must act now Cries of the past are beckoning Calling for a reckoning When the hunter becomes the hunted, who will concede? There will be a reckoning Run, seek, find, relief Hide from your own defeat Run, seek, find, relief Hide from your own defeat