An original song presented by ALROMA Productions
Written and performed by:
Alex Hill - Main & backing vocals
Rod Soltau - Guitar/Bass/Drums/Programming
Mark Axtell - Piano/Pads/Programming

Many thanks to all our friends and family who made this possible.As yet, unsigned. Any enquiries please contact alroma.productions@gmail.com

Lyrics by Alex Hill
Music by Mark Axtell and Rod Soltau

Lyrics:
Tears are streaming down his face
But he won't feel no warm embrace
You can move and you can run
You can feel that golden sun

You don't care where he's from
The ice has melted, challenge done
It's not cold over there
Where he's always in that chair

You choose to take the plunge
Though you're only young and dumb

Paralysed, Paralysed, Paralysed with guilt
The Devil's breathing ice, he's breathing life
Into the lies that they've built
You're paralysed, paralysed, paralysed with guilt
The Devil's breathing ice, he's breathing life
Into the lies that they've built (oh, oh)

Second round, let's go again
It's all a lie you're not his friend
Say you know him, then when's his day?
You can make it pour but it still rains

It's all okay, he has been told
24th hour he's gone cold
You can't tell what they've made
'Cause he's already paid

You choose to take the plunge
Though you're only young and dumb

Paralysed, paralysed, paralysed with guilt
The Devil's breathing ice, he's breathing life
Into the lies that they've built
Paralysed, paralysed, paralysed with guilt
The Devil's breathing ice, he's breathing life
Into the lies that they've built (oh, oh)

Music and lyrics owned by ALROMA Productions

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