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!

Standing on a broken glass!

Standing on a broken glass!

Standing on a broken

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!

Standing on a broken glass!

Standing on a broken glass!

Standing on a broken
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!

Standing on a broken glass!

Standing on a broken glass!

Standing on a broken
Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away

Standing on a broken glass!

Standing on a broken

Life's so fragile a revolution taking place

Standing on a broken glass!

Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away

broken glass!