[The Receptionist] “Well… look who’s drifted in. Welcome to the Waiting Room — or, as we call it down here… the After-Line. You can check out anytime you like, but the paperwork never dies. Take a number… and don’t lose your head.” [Verse 1 – The Burned-Out Electrician] Static flickers deep within, Fuse blew out, but he clocked back in. Tool belt rattles, sparks hit the floor, Still on call—just not insured. Static buzz where his heartbeat stayed, Every sigh a power fade. Crossed that line, now he keeps time, Shockin’ souls in the after-line. Waitin’—(waitin’!) Tickin’—(tickin’!) Ghost-lights flick—(kick it!) Folded time—can’t unwind— Who—who—who’s next in line?! Next! (Next!) Stamp that soul! Rattle them chains—lose control! Flat or fried, we move in time, Another night in the after-line! [Verse 2 – The Zombie Cheerleader] Pom-poms drag across the floor, Spirit’s high—but luck ran short. Lost her team mid-halftime show, Still chants loud, bones in tow. Marchin’ feet that barely stick, Heartbeat’s gone—still hits that kick. Dead or not, she keeps her line, Shakin’ life in the after-time. Waitin’—(waitin’!) Tickin’—(tickin’!) Ghost-lights flick—(kick it!) Folded time—can’t unwind— Who—who—who’s next in line?! Next! (Next!) Stamp that soul! Rattle them chains—lose control! Flat or fried, we move in time, Another night in the after-line! [Verse 3 – The Receptionist] Guess you thought I’d checked you through, But every ticket ends right here too. Clipboard crown and pen in hand, I run this joint—I stamp the damned. Used to work the daytime floor, Filed the names they’d all ignore. One late shift, the lights turned red— Now I file the dead instead. Waitin’—(waitin’!) Tickin’—(tickin’!) Ghost-lights flick—(kick it!) Folded time—can’t unwind— Who—who—who’s next in line?! [Betelgeuse Bridge] Saw a man in stripes tonight, Talks in riddles, spits on fright. Smells like dirt and mischief’s grin — Don’t say his name, or he’ll drop right in. He danced on graves, cracked the tiles, Smiled so wide it stretched for miles. Rules don’t stick where he’s been through — One wrong word, and he’s hauntin’ you. Waitin’—(waitin’!) Tickin’—(tickin’!) Ghost-lights flick—(kick it!) Folded time—can’t unwind— Who—who—who’s next in line?! Next! (Next!) Stamp that soul! (Stamp that soul!) Rattle them chains—lose control! Flat or fried, we move in time, Another night in the after-line! Next! (Next!) Take that toll! (Take that toll!) Spin your fate—pay your soul! Signed and sealed, it’s overtime, Filed for good in the after-line! “Well… looks like eternity’s full. Next…” Next!
