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The Grinding WheelA bed of nails, cold dark deep refrigerationA 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 hollowed 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 its 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 you 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 hollowed 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 hollowed ground The miller hears a single sound The sound of the grinding wheel goes round and round Eye of the needle, it in the hear of the sun Stuck in the middle, with the blazing one This weathered hand, has a grip of steel These eyes have seen it all; on the grinding wheel Say your prayers, say what you feel Count your blessings, make a deal What you borrow, what you steal Crush it all, on the grinding wheel Hear the grinding wheel keeps turning Round and round and round ... |