Murder books and the face in my nightmaresnBlood and tears, and the enemy's right herennSickened, broken, blood shednMurder your childrennTorture, treason, never falling outnStanding on broken glassnSing, my angel; life has slowly slipped awaynnKilling fields, and I'm starting to miss younPornograph's all I got for a bedroomnnSickened, broken, blood shednMurder your childrennTorture, treason, never falling outnStanding on broken glass!nSing, my angel; life has slowly slipped awaynLife's so fragilenRevolution taking placennBullet shells and famine and stab woundsnI wish I could do more than write younnI'm so sickened, broken, blood shednMurder your childrennTorture, treason, never falling outnStanding on broken glassnSing, my angel; life has slowly slipped awaynLife's so fragile, a revolution taking place