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