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.
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