Intro – Whispered / Spoken]
Six…
Seven…
Six… seven…
Why does it follow me?
[Verse 1 – Scream]
It started as a joke in a glowing screen haze,
Late-night scrolling through the endless maze,
A comment in the static, a glitch in the feed,
Now it’s carved in my skull like a code I can’t bleed.
Sixty-seven reasons carved into my door,
Every time I close my eyes, it’s knocking once more,
Six in the chamber, seven in the sky,
Tell me why these numbers never die.
[Pre-Chorus – Clean, Tense]
Laugh it off, say it’s nothing,
Just a meme that’s running wild—
But it echoes in the silence
Like a curse inside a child.
[Chorus – Big, Emotional]
Six! Seven!
It’s crawling in my head again!
Six! Seven!
I count it back from ten to zero—
But it never ends!
We turned a joke into a warning,
Now it’s stitched into my skin—
Six! Seven!
Tell me where the hell I begin!
[Verse 2 – Scream]
Viral infection in a pixel parade,
Irony bleeding while the punchline fades,
Share it, tag it, let it multiply,
Every repetition is a reason I can’t sleep at night.
They’re laughing in the comments,
But I’m drowning in the thread,
Every “6 7” notification
Like a hammer to the head.
It’s meaningless, they told me—
Just numbers in a row,
So why’s it feel like prophecy
In a language I don’t know?
[Pre-Chorus – Clean to Scream Build]
Type it out—
Erase it—
Watch it resurrect again—
From the ashes of the algorithm,
It ascends!
[Chorus – Full Instrumental Assault]
Six! Seven!
It’s crawling in my head again!
Six! Seven!
I count it back from ten to zero—
But it never ends!
We fed the flame with repetition,
Now it’s burning from within—
Six! Seven!
I let the nightmare in!
[Breakdown – Heavy / Chanted]
Six! (It’s in the walls!)
Seven! (It’s in the wires!)
Six! (It’s in my pulse!)
Seven! (Funeral pyres!)
Laugh now—
Scroll down—
You’re part of it too—
Say it once—
Say it twice—
Now it’s inside you!
[Bridge – Melodic Clean]
Maybe it’s nothing…
Maybe I’m lost…
Maybe the meaning
Is the meaning we’ve crossed…
A joke that we fed
Until it grew teeth,
Now every “6 7”
Is buried beneath…
[Final Chorus – Half-Time, Desperate]
Six… Seven…
It’s more than just a trend again…
Six… Seven…
I tried to let it go but it’s my only friend…
If numbers are just numbers,
Why do I feel them bend?
Six… Seven…
This is how the story ends…
[Outro – Fading Scream]
Six…
Seven…
Six…
Seven…
(It never ends.)
