[Spoken Intro] Twenty-three days. Twenty-three hundred meters. Six more disappeared last night. No speeches. No farewells. Just six names swallowed by the dark. [Verse 1] WAKE UP! THE MOUNTAIN’S WAITING! Another morning nailed across the sky, another pair of legs condemned to climb. The target rises, mercy falls, six empty spaces on the roll call. They gave everything they fucking had, but everything was not enough. Two thousand three hundred meters stood with six more bodies at its foot! [Pre-Chorus] No rescue coming! No finish in sight! Just broken legs dragged through another night! [Chorus] WE’RE ALL FUCKED! NO ONE MAKES IT OUT! The hill keeps growing while the flame burns out! WE’RE ALL FUCKED! EVERY LAST ONE DOOMED! Day 23 has come to dig our tomb! [Verse 2] The watches flicker. The headlamps die. The tendons tighten with every climb. Laundry festers. Families leave. Nobody remembers what sleep should be. The survivors stare through hollow eyes, doing maths they know will end their lives. No joy remains. No reason why. Just climb the hill and wait to die! [Pre-Chorus] No gods above us! No ground below! Only one direction left to go! [Chorus] WE’RE ALL FUCKED! NO ONE MAKES IT OUT! The hill keeps growing while the flame burns out! WE’RE ALL FUCKED! EVERY LAST ONE DOOMED! Day 23 has come to dig our tomb! [Prize Breakdown] STUFF YOUR FIVE HUNDRED CASH FROM TRAIL RUNNING N-Z! BUY ME SOME NEW FUCKING LEGS OR LET ME DIE IN PEACE! STUFF YOUR THAT’S IT ANTI-CHAFE PRIZE PACK! THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO CHAFE! MY ASS HAS BEEN WORN FLAT! SNAP THOSE LEKI POLES FROM KINISI! THEY CAN’T SAVE THE DEAD! AND THEY NEVER FUCKING WILL! HUNTAWAY SHORTS RIGHT UP YOUR ASS! RIP UP THE HUNDRED-DOLLAR CREEPERS VOUCHER! AND BURN THOSE STINKY MOUNTAIN SKAG TEES! NO ONE NEEDS CLOTHING WHEN WE’RE BURIED SIX FEET DEEP! AND THAT CRUSH THE CARGILL TWO-HUNDRED-MILER ENTRY? KEEP IT! THIS SHIT’S ALREADY FUCKING KILLED ME! [Massive Breakdown] TWO! THOUSAND! THREE! HUNDRED! METERS! Six went down! Who falls tonight? Six went down! Who falls tonight? YOUR LEGS WILL FAIL! YOUR WATCH WILL LIE! YOUR SOUL WILL BEG! THE VERT WON’T DIE! NO BANKING! NO MERCY! NO WAY OUT! CLIMB! CLIMB! CLIMB! UNTIL! YOU! DROP! [Slow Crushing Bridge] There is no finish line. Only tomorrow. Another hundred meters. Another name erased. You thought you were surviving. You were only waiting for your turn. [Final Chorus] WE’RE ALL FUCKED! NO ONE MAKES IT OUT! The mountain has its hands wrapped around our throats! WE’RE ALL FUCKED! HEAR THE DEATH MARCH POUND! Twenty-three days in and we’re all going down! [Final Breakdown] ONE BY ONE! NAME BY NAME! THE VERT WILL TAKE US ALL THE SAME! ONE BY ONE! NAME BY NAME! NO ONE FINISHES! NO ONE REMAINS! [Outro] Six disappeared last night. Tonight… the mountain wants more.
