[Intro] [Steam pipe hiss, dripping water, cowbell counting slower than the beat] [Pitched down whisper, heavy breathing] Eight thousand Eight thousand one Eight thousand [Verse 1] [Pitched down formant rap, strained, half time 808, breath audible] Knife in my side from the sixth one in the rain Didn't feel it till the ward, now I'm leaking every lane Every step I count is shorter than the step before Legs going soft and I'm counting on the floor Seventy centimeters, now it's sixty, maybe less Every guess I stacked on guess is a tower in a mess Should be at the Coil spire, should be climbing it by now Standing at a wall I've never seen and I don't know how [Hook] [Gang chant, bitcrushed, full cowbell and 808 groove] Lost, lost Count what it cost Lost, lost All the lines crossed Lost, lost Blood on the frost [Verse 2] [Pitched down formant rap, vinyl scratch every fourth bar, cowbell stumbling] Stumble left, stumble right, every step a coin toss Drunkard's walk, the old men call it, add it up and count the loss When the errors come at random they don't pile up in a line Grows by the root of all the steps and I'm stepping all the time Ten thousand steps and the root of that's a hundred (Hundred) Hundred little errors wide, that's the circle I'm under Coil scout finds me slumped against a pipe in the steam Gets two words on the radio and I open him along the seam [Hook] [Gang chant, bitcrushed, full cowbell and 808 groove] Lost, lost Count what it cost Lost, lost All the lines crossed Lost, lost Blood on the frost [Bridge] [All drums out, cowbell losing time, dripping water] [Pitched down whisper, breath failing] Nine thousand ten Nine thousand Where was I [Verse 3] [Slower rap, voice fading and strained, stop and start with tape halts] Thumb on the socket and I know what it could do One press and the red comes back and it shows me where I'm through But every time it showed me, someone else was shown it too Bleeding in a circle and the circle keeps on growing Die out here inside the math or let the ghost back in, knowing I don't trust it, never did, but I trust the dark less Every step a lie now, every number just a guess Thumb on the socket and I press [Final Hook] [Harder drop, full saturation, all elements in] Lost, lost Count what it cost Lost, lost All the lines crossed Lost, lost Wake up the ghost [Outro] [Cowbell stops, dripping water, heavy breathing] [Pitched down whisper] Step I lost the count [Single degraded targeting chime, the first since the silence]
