Long is the queue

Long is the queue
The divide getting wide
Arguing amongst ourselves
While the big wigs sit and hide

After throwing another bombshell 
Into society to scare
Making people panic, and not wanting to share
“Everyman for himself” should not be the case
Being brainwashed by the media doing irrational things in haste 

Another tactic to fill heads with worry and fear
Another way of controlling, people  think the end is near
It’s all just a money game, they don’t care about us
We need to stop listening,  words we should not trust 

The invisiable with a voice,  no sound to be heard
They have got you where they want you, in their palm, little and scared
They would control the sun if they could making that light a little dim
In this world already in chaos,  in this world full of sin

Long is the queue
With not a happy face
Panic and worry, in this chaotic, controlled place