[Intro – low, raspy whisper] Sixty-three... sixty-four... They think they can stop me... The count never lies...[Verse 1] Sirens in the distance, red and blue paint the trees They found my little collection, hanging from the eaves Forty heads in the basement, bodies stacked like cordwood dry Now the game has changed, but the hunger doesn't die I slipped out the back window, knife still warm against my thigh Another town, another hunt, fresh meat under new sky Cheerleader jogging at dawn, ponytail swinging like a noose One clean slice, throat wide open — sixty-five, so loose [Chorus] Deeper in the dark I go, the bodies multiply No escape, no mercy, just the gleam inside my eye They hunt me, they fear me, but I'm already inside their head While they sleep I’m counting corpses, adding names to the dead They fall... they fall... they fall... The mountain grows taller than them all [Verse 2] Found a couple on a backroad, car broke down in the rain Took the man apart in front of her, made her watch every vein Then I made her thank me sweetly before the final cut Sixty-six and sixty-seven — love is such a brutal drug Camping grounds at midnight, tents lit up like paper lanterns Family of five, roasted marshmallows, easy targets Dad tried to be brave, got the hatchet first Kids went quick, but Mom... Mom I savored — sixty-eight through seventy-two, immersed The voices louder now, they scream for more, they never sleep Every new town is a buffet, every scream makes me feel complete [Chorus] Deeper in the dark I go, the bodies multiply Eighty... ninety... triple digits almost in my sight They call it slaughter, I call it art, painted in shades of red In the mind of a killer there’s no living, only the dead They fall... they fall... they fall... And I rise above them all [Verse 3] Detectives closing in, poor fools with their little clues Left a message on the wall in blood: “Catch me if you choose” Took his wife while he was working, left her posed at the dinner table Seventy-three to seventy-eight... arranged like she was able High school reunion, old flames thinking they were safe Walked through them like a reaper, turning cheers to screams of pain Blades and bones and broken hearts, laughter in my chest Ninety-two... the night was blessed I wear their skin beneath my clothes, smell their terror on my hands The mirror shows a smiling man, but inside I’m just the end [Bridge – cold, unhinged spoken word] They built task forces, made a task force just for me Put my face on every screen, offered rewards and pleas But I’m already three towns over, picking out fresh prey The count is my religion And tonight I’m feeling holy... One hundred... One hundred and one... One hundred and two... The list goes on. [Final Chorus – full distortion, screamed] I am the plague that walks upright, the shadow that won’t die Body count exploding, reaching for the sky One hundred ten, one hundred twenty, doesn’t matter anymore Every town becomes a graveyard, every night another score! They fall... they fall... they fall... And I’ll never stop the count... [Outro – fading, layered whispers over heartbeat and dripping] One hundred thirty-one... One hundred thirty-two... Run little pigs... I’m still coming... I’m always coming... The mind never sleeps.
