Smashed to Bits (In the Peace of the Night)

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.