Digits keep on shifting into murky waters
Equations are bested, failing centuries past
You riddle and you scribble
To the grandest finale saved up for the last 

Count the Number good
Keep searching for the answer
Sum is perfect if you could
Divine the Necromancer 

What is the secret? Got to scratch that itch
Ignoring the trail of your mental pollution
Each day a little closer
Blind eye beginning of the revolution 

Count the Number good
Keep searching for the answer
Sum is perfect if you could
Divine the Necromancer 

Pictures plenty fill the halls of envy in your mindscape
Painted booty plundered, nary morsel spared
The world is your oyster
And the share of desire is desire squared 

Count the Number good
Keep searching for the answer
Sum is perfect if you could
Divine the Necromancer