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.