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
Waiting 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
