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Broken glass, a broken chair Lamp hangs by a thread Scattered pages, spattered walls Mayhem on the bed Peace is gone and love is gone and Darkness wins the day A soul is torn away A soul is torn away A crumpled shirt a hank of hair A shoeprint made of blood Phone ripped out, shades all drawn A life is hammered shut And I should ball my fists and scream Against the dying of the dream But I can't aim my rage at Fate Where's the face to pin the hate? A ticket booked, a suitcase packed A diary on the desk Free will's just a walk on part In this ugly humoresque Here we stand around like victims Letras de cancionesWaiting for the crime Waiting for the butcher's knife One cut at a time You plan and he plans You sleep while he steals Your wheels can only spin Inside of other wheels From Letras Mania