One lonely night I trembled,
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Asking "what purpose has an angel?
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And do we die forever?
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And how can this pain be so simple?"
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Smothered, like being buried alive.
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It's perverted, the burden of life.
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But we will push our hands to reach the air -
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Only the dead say they're not scared.
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Bodies that move without minds,
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Slaughtered while standing in line.
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But soon the time will come to rise up.
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Rise up!
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We sit transfixed in mesmerized delight.
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Hypnotized, manipulated, we're grabbing everything in sight.
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Our fingernails are bleeding from beneath.
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We smile so vacantly - we grin and show our rotting teeth.
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Eating the remains of the meaning that we seek,
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The substitution of illusion leaves us cowardly and meek.
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We sit transfixed.
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Dead In The Queue
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| Zombie Apocalypse |
