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...
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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