Middle of a Crowded Room

So easy to lose a soul
In the middle of a crowded room
You pray for a helping hand
Since you’re new to these places
Your innocence makes you a victim
The target of the spree
God doesn’t come for you
And you try to make it alone

This is a flesh-eat-flesh world
Where we can’t survive
Without tasting the blood
Of those who know no secrets
We lose them in the battle
we all keep a piece of the prey
To each their own, we say
We try and make it alone

All the while, in the middle
Of this crowded room
You can’t help but hear
The voice of slaughtered one
Pleading for his life
Till searching for survival
And praying to a god
Who abandoned him the dark hour

Where were you, God?
Where were you, God?
Where were you, God?
Where were you, God?
Where were you, God?
Where were you, God?

-Copyright 2008: Carter Tachikawa

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