Another day Marks another way Marks a new reason to hide It's true when you slip You slide On the ground Been pushed down by this Primitive pride My voice
a hanging case. [Roxie Hart] Hanging? [Martin Harrison] - I'm ready to go to the jury tomorrow. [Roxie Hart] Wait a minute, what do you mean hanging
fate. death distills the camouflage from our dance. death inverts the red from romance. Death x-rays the angels of chance. death; the anti mirror of
Sadness: Gradel : All Percussion Andy : Bass Effects & German Voice Chiva : Guitars & Piano Steff : Guitars & Voices Additional Musicians: Christine : Female Voice
dance of the 7 veils Too many soldiers fight an unknown cause Into the valley of death rode the 600 Into the valley of death rode 600 blindmen When
loves fate. death distills the camouflage from our dance. death inverts the red from romance. Death x-rays the angels of chance. death; the anti mirror
fervency Her lips are bewitching me Lucid and pure to appease despondency And then heaven sends sadfull contagious rain In mirrors so empty death proclaims
came with rain and with the wetness then the evening sang the birds ??? and stayed thought the noon a piano plays a tune in which a woman's voice softly
