Benoit Lugué – Basse
Bertrand Noel – Batterie
Gerard Watkins – Guitares – chant
Philippe Welsh – chant
Vassia Zagar – Guitares

Where is everybody going ?
Was her last question
Stuffing books in her jacket pills in her cup
Lighting a cigarette she knows won’t be her last
Counting the children she lost in her head
Counting days ahead
Dodging lovers fled
This is what she said

What will bleed will bleed
Just another seed
The diamond wad a beed

So let it come down

She took all the numbers in her phone directory
Fake friends and dodgy workaholics
Incinirated in the washroom
She looked in awe as black smoke came out
Dark came all about
She had no time to shout
So she whispered out
What will bleed will bleed
Just another seed
The diamond was a beed
So let it come down

Walking down the hall she fell on a smalll boy
Looked like the devil himself was it her own
Eyes staring straight through her mind
Holding a bag full of paper notes from hell
When this angel fell
She could never elle
Could only say so well
The diamond was a beed
So let it come down