One by one, two by two, we march with heavy hearts like there's lead in our shoes. Three by three, four by four, we watch out brothers die as soon as they step through the door. Five by five, six by six, dead bodies litter the ground like a game of Pick Up Sticks. Seven by seven, eight by eight, we carry the weight of all your hate. Nine by nine, ten by ten, we are all just disposable men.