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Oh the lines are getting longer |
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More are added everyday |
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And there seems to be no shortage |
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Of humans for my foul play |
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No understanding |
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And no ability to see the signs |
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They just keep breeding out of order |
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And adding to the lines more and more |
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Here they go |
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10 more dead |
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and the bodies piling higher, higher |
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10 more dead |
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And the stench grows stronger |
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With many more to go |
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Most see me pure evil |
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But they respect me just the same |
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When nature's done sustaining |
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She calls me in to play the cold game |
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No favors |
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And no quarter ever shown |
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For the sheer masses of the masses |
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Still T-S growing |
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More and more here they go |
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10 more dead |
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Oh... Come ye one come you all are waiting now |
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Line up face the light |
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Oh... And thousands more behind to follow |
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Clueless |
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Will be embers burning bright |
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Oh they're dying for me quickly now |
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The ways are always mine to choose |
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'Cause once it's done it doesn't matter |
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Between the faith or fate I'm not confused |
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About my purpose no |
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Reduce them all in shame |
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And the bones will pave my kingdom |
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They have only themselves to blame |
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Here they go |
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10 more dead |
