[Intro - Spoken in a low, distorted voice over heavy breathing and knife-sharpening sounds] They wear suits. They wear smiles. They touch kids in secret rooms. Tonight... the mask comes on. And the body count begins. [Verse 1] Moonlight on the marble halls, shadows crawl the Senate walls Pedo suits with power ties, voting bills to hide their lies I slip the mask on, blade in hand, hockey mask with blood-red bands No mercy for the ones in charge, their little victims left their scars First one’s a congressman, fat and slick, caught with files of kids real quick I drag him screaming through the rotunda, gut him slow like a scene from Maniac Blood paints the stars and stripes, high body count on a Friday night His aide walks in, sees the mess—throat slashed wide, no time to confess [Chorus] Chop ‘em up, string ‘em down, government pedos hit the ground! Body count rising, no survivors found From the White House to the House floor, I’m the reaper at their door Slasher in the Capitol, watch the elites fall! One by one, two by two, I’m coming for the whole damn crew High body count, rivers run red Pedophile purge ‘til they’re all dead! [Verse 2] Senator in his chambers, pants around ankles, laptop full of horrors I burst through the door like Jason Voorhees, machete swings, his screams are glorious Limbs in the hallway, head on the desk, “For the children” carved in his chest Security rushes in—three more down, bullets fly but I don’t make a sound Lobbyist in the back room, trading kids like stocks and bonds I hang him slow from the chandelier, intestines spilling in crimson ponds Cameras catch the slaughter fest, but the tapes will never see the press Body count climbing, twenty tonight—stacked like cordwood, what a sight [Chorus] Chop ‘em up, string ‘em down, government pedos hit the ground! Body count rising, no survivors found From the White House to the House floor, I’m the reaper at their door Slasher in the Capitol, watch the elites fall! One by one, two by two, I’m coming for the whole damn crew High body count, rivers run red Pedophile purge ‘til they’re all dead! [ Bridge - Slower, heavier, with echoing screams] They thought the halls were safe... They thought their power would save them... I am the final vote. The knife in the dark. The end of the line. Thirty bodies in the rotunda, blood on the eagle, guts on the flag Forty more in the underground bunkers, begging for mercy that I never had Cabinet members, judges too—high court pedos split in two I walk the halls with dripping blade, the body count never starts to fade [Final Verse - Faster, unhinged] Pentagon brass with their dirty hands, I chainsaw through their war room plans President’s advisor tries to run—hooks through the back like Texas Chainsaw fun Press room full of complicit whores, I paint the cameras red with gore Dawn breaks on a slaughterhouse floor... a hundred dead, and I want more [Outro - Fading with maniacal laughter and sirens] Body count... rising... The purge don’t stop ‘til the last one’s dying... Mask stays on. The Age of Aquarius just got sharp.
