[Intro]
The hallway clock keeps cutting through the paint
I hear the lock turn, but I never see the face
[Verse 1]
You left a ledger underneath the sink
Every name in red, every promise crossed in ink
I took the back road past the county line
With a borrowed coat and a borrowed alibi
The judge went home when the courthouse lights went blue
But the unpaid debt kept walking after you
I know the cost of every door I close
Still I keep moving where the cold wind blows
[Pre-Chorus]
You can hide the evidence under floorboards
You can change your name, change the locks, change towns
But the dark keeps a record of the footsteps
And it knows exactly when to come around
[Chorus]
There is no rest for evil, no bed beneath the blame
No quiet in the midnight, no washing out the stain
You can run until the morning, you can bury what you stole
There is no rest for evil when the reckoning comes home
[Verse 2]
Your old black car is rusting by the mill
But the engine in your chest is running still
You count the exits every time you enter a room
Like a man who hears the hammer before it hits the nail
The preacher said mercy, the paper said your name
The town forgot the fire, but the ashes kept the flame
Now every little kindness feels like something you owe
And every empty chair knows more than you know
[Pre-Chorus]
You can hide the evidence under floorboards
You can change your name, change the locks, change towns
But the dark keeps a record of the footsteps
And it knows exactly when to come around
[Chorus]
There is no rest for evil, no bed beneath the blame
No quiet in the midnight, no washing out the stain
You can run until the morning, you can bury what you stole
There is no rest for evil when the reckoning comes home
[Bridge]
When the last train fades beyond the water tower
When the street goes still and the sirens lose their power
You will meet the man you made behind the locked door
And every lie you fed him will be waiting on the floor
[Final Chorus]
There is no rest for evil, no bed beneath the blame
No quiet in the midnight, no washing out the stain
You can run until the morning, you can bury what you stole
There is no rest for evil when the reckoning comes home
[Outro]
No rest, no shelter, no place left to go
The reckoning comes home