Queue of Madness In a dim restroom, a sacred single throne A long line sweating, trapped in a steel-toned zone Belly starts screaming, the limit starts to break Clenching every muscle for dignity’s sake Front and behind me, silent killing eyes Staring through my soul as the pressure multiplies No one moves an inch, no one gives a sign Humanity collapsing in a waiting line One step forward… one step back… Still too far from the final crack Hold it in… or lose control… Only one path left for the soul Don’t cut the line! This is a battlefield! Crushed pride screaming, no one will yield Suppressed rage is starting to explode Is the toilet ever gonna show? Then it appears, a monstrous silhouette Breaking all the rules with zero regret The air turns heavy, the line stands still Everyone knows he’s an overwhelming will “You dare to cut?” The silence breaks apart A weak old man steps forward with a trembling heart First punch flies in, full of desperate hate But the golden body doesn’t even shake Roars and chaos, panic in the air Broken pride and shattered despair Fists swing wild, missing every truth Time keeps mocking every wasted move Don’t cut the line! This is a battlefield! No escape, no chance to yield Blows mean nothing, sanity breaks The final limit is all it takes And in that final moment The stall door creaks Roaring echoes tear the iron air apart The line collapses, reason falls in shards Everything ends in a blast of sound
