Lone gunman, on the 32nd floor.
Opened fire on the poor souls.

Echoes of gunshots, flash above the desert
Souls fall silent , the One-man giant.
I question humanity, and my beliefs.
Where is God in all of this? I wonder what he thinks now.

Fates are shuffling, like a deck of cards,
Can’t believe what I’m seeing, in a man’s hands.
Unlit matches, stacked up against,
Shooting off like, gasoline cans.

The world cries out, for the innocent
broken hearts, the future looks so dark.
A gamble of red, rising in the desert sun.
Now lying flat, where does a soul find home?

Where do they go?

Lights, of Las Vegas
Lights of Las Vegas