We are all meant to stand in a line

eyes forward

arms to the side

and when your turn comes bow out gracefully



I know what you've come for and your game

you'd better believe that I came to play



Double talk cross the line chatter doesn't matter

I've heard that before

and when our turn comes

we will take this day while this little angel sleeps

his head all filled with dreams

a desperate soul does scream please take me away

spirit drenched

a moment spent contemplating a sacrament

hell awaits for those who take from the one whose soul creates

his visions ride on angels wings

his words are like a summer's breeze

heaven sent and mostly bent restraint

and compassion are already spent