Satan’s Number

I got the cold in my teeth

I got the chain on my chest

I walk through smoke and ash

Like I already skipped rest

Black stain on my sleeve

From the night I kept close

Every room go still

When I speak what I know

They want a sweet little truth

I got a blade in my tone

I been making my peace

With the weight of the bone

Tick to the edge of the floor

Let it crack, let it fall

If he coming for me

I been hearing his call

Hold that breath

Count to ten

I don’t flinch

I don’t bend

Cold eyes on me

From the dark

I been marked

From the start

I keep count of the cracks

I keep count of the loss

If I fall through the smoke

Won't you still know my cross?

I got Satans number

I got the Grim Reaper waiting

I got Satans number (number)

I got the Grim Reaper waiting for my forever slumber

I got Satans number

I got the Grim Reaper waiting

I got Satans number (number)

I got the Grim Reaper waiting for my forever slumber

Midnight talk in the hall

With the paint peeled bare

I been calling that fate

Like it might be there

If the world want war

I can meet it halfway

Got a grin on my face

When it opens the gate

I don’t beg for a sign

I don’t plead for a pause

I been trading my fear

For a map of the flaws

And the choir up high

Like a storm in the rafters

Singing over my name

Like they know what comes after

Hold that breath

Count to ten

I don’t flinch

I don’t bend

Cold eyes on me

From the dark

I been marked

From the start

I keep count of the cracks

I keep count of the loss

If I fall through the smoke

Won't you still know my cross?

I got Satans number

I got the Grim Reaper waiting

I got Satans number (number)

I got the Grim Reaper waiting for my forever slumber

I got Satans number

I got the Grim Reaper waiting

I got Satans number (number)

I got the Grim Reaper waiting for my forever slumber

Chain on my neck like a threat

Black ink on a white page

Every step got a shadow

Every breath got a price gauge

I don't flinch when it gets loud

I don't beg when it gets cold

If the gate ever swings wide

I'll go in with my head high and bold

If I meet that shadow

Tell him I was ready

Hands in the dirt

But my pulse stayed steady

No prayer for mercy

Just a final breath

I been dancing with the edge

Ever since I left

(I keep count of the cracks

I keep count of the loss

If I fall through the smoke

Won't you still know my cross?)

I got cold iron in my palm

I walk like I owe the dark

Boots hit hard on the floor

Names fall off in the spark

Mama said don't feed that wolf

But I brought him to the door

Got a grin full of cracked glass

And a map of what I'm for

Let the choir rise up

Let it shake my ribs

If the dark wants my name

It can take what it gets

I been walking that line

With my hands still clean

If I meet that end

Make it sound like a dream