| Song | Smashed to Bits (In the Peace of the Night) |
| Artist | Death in June |
| Album | Take Care and Control |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Julius, Lane, P. | |
| smashed to bits | |
| in the peace of the night | |
| he craved power | |
| and, to keep in | |
| he'd change his spots | |
| or, shed his skin | |
| (he craved power) | |
| smashed to bits | |
| in the peace of the night | |
| the power in the hour | |
| the art of the few | |
| original and best | |
| perpetuate nature | |
| unending largesse | |
| (she craves power) | |
| in attempts to stultify me | |
| your weakness - your ideology | |
| smashed to bits | |
| in the peace of the night | |
| he craved power | |
| and, to keep in | |
| he'd change his spots | |
| or, shed his skin | |
| like yapping dogs | |
| blind lead the blind | |
| those who chain the future | |
| are those time leaves behind | |
| is glory now gone? | |
| a friendship - worth of fiends | |
| is a rose without thorns. |
| zuo qu : Julius, Lane, P. | |
| smashed to bits | |
| in the peace of the night | |
| he craved power | |
| and, to keep in | |
| he' d change his spots | |
| or, shed his skin | |
| he craved power | |
| smashed to bits | |
| in the peace of the night | |
| the power in the hour | |
| the art of the few | |
| original and best | |
| perpetuate nature | |
| unending largesse | |
| she craves power | |
| in attempts to stultify me | |
| your weakness your ideology | |
| smashed to bits | |
| in the peace of the night | |
| he craved power | |
| and, to keep in | |
| he' d change his spots | |
| or, shed his skin | |
| like yapping dogs | |
| blind lead the blind | |
| those who chain the future | |
| are those time leaves behind | |
| is glory now gone? | |
| a friendship worth of fiends | |
| is a rose without thorns. |
| zuò qǔ : Julius, Lane, P. | |
| smashed to bits | |
| in the peace of the night | |
| he craved power | |
| and, to keep in | |
| he' d change his spots | |
| or, shed his skin | |
| he craved power | |
| smashed to bits | |
| in the peace of the night | |
| the power in the hour | |
| the art of the few | |
| original and best | |
| perpetuate nature | |
| unending largesse | |
| she craves power | |
| in attempts to stultify me | |
| your weakness your ideology | |
| smashed to bits | |
| in the peace of the night | |
| he craved power | |
| and, to keep in | |
| he' d change his spots | |
| or, shed his skin | |
| like yapping dogs | |
| blind lead the blind | |
| those who chain the future | |
| are those time leaves behind | |
| is glory now gone? | |
| a friendship worth of fiends | |
| is a rose without thorns. |