Qatya

Prologue: Strangers "Your time has come—step forward."  The order reverberates through the air.  In response, 500,000 legs snap up and down in perfect unison and the mass of bodies you are in shifts forward. "We are here today because you have been chosen...chosen to lead us to victory against the most grievous of enemies."  You have no idea who the person standing beside you is—or the next, nor the next after that.  As far as you can see in any direction are strangers—strangers in blue uniforms with black polished guns to their breasts exactly matching your posture and attire. &

At a station in Impatienceville I'm waiting for a train I'm waiting there for someone So we can go to Lover's Lane I check the time again And I hope he'll be here soon Cause if he doesn't get here I'll still leave this afternoon There's another train departing Heading east instead of west I don't want to get on that one But I know I did my best I'll toss my extra ticket And I'll get on that sad train The one to Heartbreak City Not the one to Lover's Lane Maybe I'll spend the night In Love's Last Hope Hotel It's the only point between True happiness and hell But if he finally gets here And says he really cares We'll pass