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   Pornograph’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