Solidarity
The pew sits alone,
In its deep, dark abyss.
Solidarity beginning to drive you insane.
The silence fills the air,
Increasing paranoia,
Runs through your veins.
The smell of slowly rotting wood fills your lungs.
Panic begins to set in,
Breathing becomes more and more difficult.
Your sight begins to drift in and out.
You fear you don't have much time left.
In its deep, dark abyss.
Solidarity beginning to drive you insane.
The silence fills the air,
Increasing paranoia,
Runs through your veins.
The smell of slowly rotting wood fills your lungs.
Panic begins to set in,
Breathing becomes more and more difficult.
Your sight begins to drift in and out.
You fear you don't have much time left.