The Grinding Wheel

A bed of nails, cold dark deep refrigeration

A 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

Praise 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

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

The pain is all you ever feel

A concrete will, and a back of steel

I give you my soul unto the wheel

Get it done

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; catch your spirit 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