Blood Hunters - Andrew Combs

Every echo down your hall

Every scrawl upon your wall

Everywhere you find

Blood hunters

A siren wail and a crashing car

A stranger’s stare in an empty bar

Every crooked mile

Blood hunters

You can run and you can hide

They will be watching

Casting down their wretched eye

They will be waiting

Lover’s taste of salty skin

Steeple swaying, high on sin

Carving craters in your mind

You can run and you can hide

They will be watching

Casting down their wretched eye

They will be watching

Blood hunters in the night

They will be waiting

Funeral smiles, shadows play

Watch your step where spirits sway

You can run and you can hide

They will be watching

Casting down their wretched eye

They will be watching

Blood hunters in the night

They will be waiting