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