Luyện nghe bài hát Crimescene

Broken glass, a broken
hangs by a thread
Scattered pages, walls
on the bed

Peace is and love is gone and
wins the day
A is torn away
A soul is away

A shirt a hank of hair
A shoe print of blood
Phone ripped out, the shades all
A life is shut

And I ball my fists and scream
Against the of the dream
But I can't aim my at fate
Where's the to pin the hate?

But I aim my rage at fate
Where's the face to pin the
Where's the face to pin the

A booked, a suitcase packed
A on the desk
Free will's just a walk on
In ugly humoresque

Peace is gone and love is and
wins the day
A soul is away
A is torn away

A is torn away
A is torn away

And I should ball my fists and
Against the of the dream
But I can't aim my rage at
the face to pin the hate?

But I can't aim my at fate
Where's the face to pin the

Here we stand around like
for the crime
Waiting for the butcher's
One cut at a

You plan and he
You sleep he steals
wheels can only spin
Inside of wheels

is gone and love is gone and
Darkness the day
A soul is torn
A is torn away

A soul is torn
A soul is away