I've been quiet in the shadows, out of sight, out of mind,
But the fire's still burning, they're waiting for the time.
I heard them laughing, saw them drinking at my grave
Until it smolders out, don't think they'll go away

They think I'm buried, but I'm not even dead,
Just a ghost in the wind, haunting their heads.
And if I ever come back, I'll be the storm they dread,
With a list in my hand, their names in red.

If I ever come back, there'll be no more games,
Every scar you left, return the favor in spades
Couldn't kill me the first time? I've got some bad news
You'll wish you left me with something to lose

I'm the echo in the halls, the creak in the floor,
The cold breath on your neck, the knock at the door.
You can run, you can hide, but I'm in your mind,
And I'll be right there, waiting, biding my time.

They think I'm buried, but I'm not even dead,
Im just a phantom, stalking their heads.
When I come back, I'll be the reaper they dread,
Crossing off each name, as I exact my revenge

If I ever come back, there'll be no more games,
Every scar you left, return the favor in spades
Couldn't kill me the first time? I've got some bad news
You'll wish you left me with something to lose

You thought this was over?
That I was long gone
I'm the silence before the storm
With every heartbeat, my vengeance grows
You'll learn then hard way, you reap what you sew

You raised your glass, thinking it was done
Every laugh you shared, I took it to heart
Now that I'm back, there's hell to pay
(You'll reap what you sow!)

Now that I'm back, there's hell to pay
(You'll reap what you sow!)

Now that I'm back, there's hell to pay
(You'll reap what you sow!)