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