There's an old man living in the back of your woods tonight You forgot he was even there, but you've never slipped his mind Hes living off of scraps of you you never knew you left behind And as the sun goes down, he rises with a smile Hes waiting on the night to fall The old mans coming to call You don't see the writing on the wall Hell never step out in the light No, hes just biding time And while you slumber, hes gonna come and take it all Hes waiting on the night to fall Hes waiting on the night to fall He knows you have the answers, but Truth lies dusty on your shelf And the sword that you could slay him with has become an ornament and nothing else You could put him back down in his hole in the ground, but he knows you never will Hes been around so long you got used to the smell He knows hell never have your soul But he will gladly rob you blind While you're feasting at his table, hell tie your hands and numb your mind Hell take you farther than you wanna go Hell keep you longer than you wanna stay And it will cost you more than you ever thought you'd pay Hes waiting on the night Hes waiting on the night to fall The old mans coming to call But you don't see, you don't see the writing on the wall Hes waiting on the night Hes waiting on the night to fall Hes waiting on the night to fall