[Intro – whispered, exhausted but excited] One hundred thirty-three... One hundred thirty-four... They’re calling me legend now...[Verse 1] Roadblocks on the highway, helicopters in the sky They think they built a cage for me — how cute, how naive they try I crawled through drainage tunnels, came up smiling in their town Fresh blood on my hands again, new victims all around Security guard at the mall, night shift, all alone Crushed his windpipe with my boot, took his keys and his phone Dragged him to the food court, posed him nice with open eyes One hundred thirty-five — security never dies [Chorus] Deeper, darker, higher count, the river runs with red No god, no law, no ending, just the voices in my head They fall... they fall... they fall... I carve my name in every soul [Verse 2] Hospital ward at 3 AM, silent and so clean Wheelchair patients, nurses first — easy pickings in between Scalpel work is poetry, steady hands and no remorse One hundred thirty-six to one hundred forty-one, of course Then the morgue downstairs, ironic, beautiful display Added fresh bodies to the cold ones, made the dead obey Arranged them holding hands like some fucked-up family tree One hundred forty-two through one hundred forty-five for me The news calls it massacre, they scream my name in fear But I just smile behind the mask — another perfect year [Chorus] Deeper, darker, higher count, the river runs with red One hundred fifty... sixty... still not enough, they’re dead They fall... they fall... they fall... I rise, I rise, I rise [Verse 3] Small town sheriff’s station, walked right through the front door Put his daughter on the desk, made him beg on the floor Shot him last so he could watch, eyes wide till the final twitch One hundred sixty-one — badge and all, what a bitch Burned the station down for fun, watched the flames lick the sky Then the church at midnight mass — hallelujah, time to die Preacher, choir, congregation, all lined up so neat One hundred sixty-two to one hundred seventy-nine — complete I bathed in holy water mixed with blood still running warm Felt like baptism, felt like home, felt like I was truly born [Bridge – slow, menacing spoken] They made a movie about me... They made a task force of a hundred men... They say the devil walks these roads... But the devil learned from me. Two hundred... Two hundred and one... Two hundred and two... Come closer. [Final Chorus – unhinged, full scream] I am the end of every story, the last breath, the last light! Body count don’t stop for nothing, not for day and not for night! Two hundred ten, two hundred twenty, pushing further, never done In the mind of a killer there is only this — the hunt, the blade, the fun! They fall... they fall... they fall... And the count will never end... [Outro – fading into static and heavy breathing] Two hundred thirty-one... Two hundred thirty-two... I see you... Right now... The mind never sleeps. The blade never rests.
