| 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 |