The Grinding Wheel Overkill

[Verse 1]
A bed of nails
Cold, dark, deep refrigeration
I hear it calling me
A broken rail
As he drools over the congregation
I hear it calling me

Now, I won't tell you
How to live your life
I never saw the point in thinking twice
I turn the wheel by day, by night
Raise your flag
Here's to the liberation

[Pre-Chorus]
Day by day, I move in time
Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes

[Chorus]
The miller's horse is wearing down
He bangs his heart on hallowed ground
The miller hears a single sound
The sound of the grinding wheel
Goes round and round
Goes round and round