| You don’t dance with your broken bones
|
| You don’t sing when you’re alone
|
| You don’t fly when the air’s so thin
|
| And all this weight is closing in
|
| Hey, this is the taste of freedom, yeah
|
| This is how it feels when fate picks you to get
|
| Crushed beneath the wheels
|
| Crushed beneath the wheels
|
| Crushed beneath the wheels
|
| All the things that you’ve learned this far
|
| Could not have prepared you for where you are
|
| So take your compass and face the east
|
| To the ruins of the temple and the wrath of the beast
|
| Hey, I said, the evening is falling
|
| Like a hundred tons of steel
|
| Now and the we get
|
| Crushed beneath the wheels
|
| Crushed beneath the wheels
|
| Crushed beneath the wheels
|
| If I could do it, I would gladly bear your pain
|
| But I know anything I do would be in vain
|
| You must believe me when I say this all will pass
|
| But for the moment your poor heart must feel like glass and
|
| I say, hey, this is the taste of freedom, yeah
|
| This is how it feels when fate picks you to get
|
| Crushed beneath the wheels
|
| Crushed beneath the wheels |
| Crushed beneath the wheels |