Zombie Apocalypse - The Dead In The Queue

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.
Its perverted, the burden of life.
But we wi will push our hands to reach the air
Only the dead say theyre not scared.
Bodie s that move without minds,
Slaughtered while standing in line.
But soon the time wi will come to rise up.
Rise up
We sit transfixed in mesmerized delight.
Hypnotized, manipulated, were grabbing everything in sight.
Our fingernails are bleeding from beneath.
We smile so vacan notly - 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.