Broken Glass کے بول

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