Silence on a Crowded Train

Children of God playing musical chairs

Out of confusion and into despair

Out of despair and into malaise

A dead end game everyone plays

Though all are aware

Children of heaven just can't understand

Step over the body of the suffering man

Out of discomfort and into distain

Believing in ruins, detatched and ashamed

Children of lies in an empty diguise

Never quite learned how to open their eyes

Looking at nothing they see even less

Only illusions can calm their distress

A crowded train frozen still in the night

Deafening silence considered polite

Not a word spoken for a desperate hour

Eyes turn away

No contact's made

Ice cold neon light