They gave you colors, gave us names

Split the silence into blame

Told us this was how you know

Who to hold, and when to let go

I watched a man build a fence from fear

Then cry when no one came near

He said, “We need the line to stay alive”

But I saw him flinch when the wind replied

They light the way with borrowed flames

Call it freedom, give us names

But the map is burned and the stars don’t lie

Stand in line till it’s your turn to die

I heard a voice behind the glass

Quoting futures from the past

Holding peace like a loaded gun

As if the war was how we won

We measure safety in retreat

Build our truth with missing heat

But you can’t warm hands on a gas lit sign

It flickers once, then leaves you blind

They built a path through smoke and pain

Told us loss was how we gain

But the fire just spreads, and the sky won’t cry

Stand in line till it’s your turn to die

The preacher’s gone, the mirror cracked

No stars above, no voices back

The anthem plays from a silent phone

And the flag’s still waving, all alone

I traced the line, then stepped aside

Watched the ghost of hope collide

With men who kneel just to justify

The quiet truth we all deny

They carved the rules in ash and bone

Left us staring at the throne

But no one’s home, and the light ran dry

Stand in line till it’s your turn to die

So here we wait, eyes to the glow

Moths to myths we’ll never know

Not lost, not saved—just passing by

Stand in line till it’s your turn to die