Empty promise broken the path has
Not been paved any
Way
Cogs in cogs the machine
Is being left where it lay
Anger and the rising murmur breaks
The old circle, the wheel slowly turns around
All words saying nothing
The air is sour with discontent
No returns have been tasted
Or are they ever sent
Slowly burning is the fire, rising murmur breaks
The old circle, the wheel slowly turns around
Cogs in cogs wheel turning
Around,
The circle tuns around,
The changing voices calling
Circle turns around,
The changing voices
Slow burning is the fire rising murmur breaks
The old circle, the wheel slowly turns around
Cogs in cogs in wheels
In circles slowly turn around
