Witching Hour Warning

Clock hits twelve and the air goes still

Shadows lean, we ain′t gotta chill that thrill

Steps in slow, either locked in glare

No wasted motion, just cold rare air

Hear the hush when the hallway bends

Every last warning breaks the necks

Eyes on the prize, no fear, no war

Just a quiet storm at the door

The hitter arrives, calm like a blade in the dead of night

The room goes dim when the clock strikes twelve, it walks right in

Midnight, midnight

The pulse runs low, stay refocused and they have to go

Midnight, midnight

You know the sign when the clock strikes twelve, it's go time

Go by go where the man should stride

Ghost on the edge where the secrets hide

Every breath cut clean, every move precise

Like a whisper sliding over ice

Tick-tock, tick-tock, hear the thunder lock

No panic, no rush when the hands all stop

Slow-spoken menace in a smoky room

And the bassline blooms like a common doom

Unite, unite

The hitta arise, calm like a blade in the dead of night

Night, unite

The room boasts him

When the clock strikes twelve

He walks right in

Night, night

The pulse runs low

Heary focus and he has to glow

Night, night

You know the sign

When the clock strikes twelve

It′s go time