Are you still there?
I'm feeling a bit distorted
Sun peeking through the window
Curtains holding back the morning
A gunman on the roof
Cranks out a hundred rounds
Barely made the front page
Hardly makes a sound
I'm so desensitized
I feel so little pain
I can hear them wailing
But I don't feel any shame
There's a fire burning
And I am the flame
Barely makes the front page
There was no one to blame
I found this picture of you
You look so happy
Laughing at the broken glass
While calling a taxi
There is a party
But I'm not on the list
Barely made the front page
I don't know what I missed