The Dead in the Queue

One lonely night I trembled
Asking "what purpose has an angel?
And do we die forever?
And how can this pain be so simple?"

Smothered, like being buried alive
It's perverted, the burden of life
But we will push our hands to reach the air -
Only the dead say they're not scared

Bodies that move without minds
Slaughtered while standing in line
But soon the time will come to rise up
Rise up!

We sit transfixed in mesmerized delight
Hypnotized, manipulated, we're grabbing everything in sight
Our fingernails are bleeding from beneath
We smile so vacantly - we grin and show our rotting teeth
Eating the remains of the meaning that we seek
The substitution of illusion leaves us cowardly and meek

We sit transfixed