Murder books and the face in my nightmares
Blood and tears, and the enemy's right here
Sickened, broken, blood shed
Murder your children
Torture, treason, never falling out
Standing on broken glass
Sing, my angel; life has slowly slipped away
Killing fields, and I'm starting to miss you
Pornograph's all I got for a bedroom
Sickened, broken, blood shed
Murder your children
Torture, treason, never falling out
Standing on broken glass!
Sing, my angel; life has slowly slipped away
Life's so fragile
Revolution taking place
Bullet shells and famine and stab wounds
I wish I could do more than write you
I'm so sickened, broken, blood shed
Murder your children
Torture, treason, never falling out
Standing on broken glass
Sing, my angel; life has slowly slipped away
Life's so fragile, a revolution taking place