My brothers and sisters are dying
Like dominoes they fall
The bodies lay still before me
But I'm not sad at all
I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
Grandma and grandpa are gone
They made their last call
Uncle and auntie left me
But I'm not sad at all
I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
We're killed from the inside out
But I'm still standing tall
The number of slain keeps rising
But I'm not sad at all
I'll meet them in the upper room
When I get there
I'll meet them in the upper room
Where the way is clear
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