A bed of nails, cold dark deep refrigeration I hear it calling me A broken rail as he drools over the congregation I hear it calling me Now I won't tell you how to live your life I never saw the point in thinking twice I turn the wheel by day, by night Raise your flag Here's to the liberation
Day by day I move in time Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes
The miller's horse is wearing down He bangs his heart on Hollow ground The Miller hears a single sound The sound of the grinding wheel goes round and round
The ship has sailed to dark sea destinations I feel it holding me The gods are hailed for their absentee observations I feel it holding me Now I can't tell you where integrity hides It showed it's face, you struck it down and it died I turn my wheel with a seamless pride Raise your flag Here's to the revolution
Day by day I move in time Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes
The pain is all you ever feel A concrete will, and a back of steel I give my soul unto the wheel
Day by day I move in time Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes
The miller's horse is wearing down He bangs his heart on Hollow ground The Miller hears a single sound The sound of the grinding wheel
The miller's horse is wearing down He bangs his heart on Hollow ground The Miller hears a single sound The sound of the grinding wheel goes round and round
Eye off of the needle, in the heart of the sun Stuck in the middle, Whit the blazing one This weathered hand, has a grip of steel These eyes have seen it all, on the grinding wheel Say you prayers, say what you feel Count your blessings, make a deal What you borrow, what you steal Crush it all, on the grinding wheelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
