The Dead in the Queue - Zombie Apocalypse

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