The Grinding Wheel 歌词

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