Murder

F Cm F

Some of them standing, some were waiting in the line

F Cm D#

As if there was something that they thought they might find

Cm Gm F D#

Taking some strength from the feelings that always were shared

Cm F Bb

And in the background, the eyes that just stared

F Cm F

What was it brought you out here in the dark?

F Cm D#

Was it your only way of making your mark

Cm Gm F D#

Did you get rid of all the voices in your head?

Cm F Bb

Do you now miss them and the things that they said?

(Am G F C Dm G Dm Am F C Dm G)

G Dm G

On your own admission you raised up the knife

G Dm F

And you brought it down ending another man's life

Dm C G F

When it was done you just threw down the blade

Dm G C

While the red blood spread wider like the anger you made

G Dm G

I don't want this anger that's burning in me

G Dm F

It's something from which it's so hard to be free

Dm C G F

But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage

Dm G C

Can make any difference, or turn back the page