Welcome to the system. Here's the situation. It's a bit confusing. Welcome to the maze. Everybody sees what. Everybody wants to. Everyone avoids. Every other gaze.
Got a complaint in the system. Got a complaint in the system. Got a complaint in the system. Got a complaint in the system. . Welcome to the system. Here's the situation.
Hi - welcome to hell. you are all here. for this where you must dwell. sinners and cheats. sit here with Satan. and have all your spirits meet. . Oh city beneath the surface above.
If I closed my eyes. Would it all subside. To an echo in the night. Of a distant fading light. Then a stranger's silhouette. A burning cigarette. And somewhere in the haze.
[NARRATION]. . Now that old piano player knew. There were other musicians in that crowd. And one by one he brought them up. And the music, it got loud.
(NARRATION). . Then a guitarist and a bass player. Read some notes off a music page. And added a little bit of jazz. . A sound that never seems to age.
(NARRATION). And so back at the hotel. Our angel again arrived. But this time he went up the front steps. Which, of course, led him inside. (it's one of those things that architects.
[NARRATION]. . If he went there and saw his son. What words could he possibly say. Would his own child recognize him. And if he did, would he turn away?.
Child of the night. Dreams dare alight. Anywhere your heart does wander. Know that they will walk with thee. . Each grain of sand. Falls as was planned.