Murder books and the face in my nightmares

Blood and tears and the enemy's right here

Sickened, broken, blood shed, murder you're children

Torture, treason, never falling out of war

Standing on a broken glass!

Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away

Killing fields and I'm starting to miss you

Poronograph's all I got for a bedroom

Sickened, broken, blood shed, murder you're children

Torture, treason, never falling out of war

Standing on broken glass!

Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away

Life's so fragile a revolution taking place

Bullet shells and famine and stab wounds

I wish I could do more than write you

Sickened, broken, blood shed, murder you're children

Torture, treason, never falling out of war

Standing on broken glass!

Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away

Life's so fragile a revolution taking place