Fingers taught to forget hands

Hands trained to forget the heart

A mark in the distance becoming a shape

Their objective appears downranged

Forget who it is, forget what this was

You can′t cross a line, if one never does

If nothing is gained, then nothing is lost

Call it a game of zero sum

The dead don't haunt them

One thing is guaranteed

The dead don′t haunt them

Nothing will stop the

Kill count increase

Kill count increase

Yeah

Always silent, observation

Measured timing, heart rate reduced

Chosen distance, calculation

Posture controlled, no hesitation

The dead don't haunt them

One thing is guaranteed

The dead don't haunt them

Nothing will stop the

Kill count increase

Kill count increase

When you′re in the crosshairs, there will be no doubt

Anyone can get it to increase the kill count

Anyone can get it

Praying for the day that we forever sleep

Souls so rotten, none could ever keep

Hungering for your pulse to cease

All they want to see is the kill count increase