"The Wheel" as written by and Laura Anne Stevenson....
Starts of dreams,
I'm able to breathe underwater,
someone's daughter's sugar,
southern-weather voice
with Lucky Strikes she tries to cover the smell
cover the noises of his mouth,
blur out the planes of his face,
cover the noises he makes.

There's a man and I hate him plainly,
nothing fancy in how glad I watched them bury him.
But ever since then,
I can feel him all around me,
clawing like a crowd,
like the weather sucks me in and spits me out.

Understand I am only as he made me,
a faithful servant to all of the noise,
all of the lights,
all the flashing in my head,
the sound of his mouth,
loud as a crowd,
and you're lucky that you're dead
because Clemency is tugging me
but I'm sorry that she's weak.

Because I won't be merciful
like what got you first in your throat,
I will be real, real slow,
just like a wheel, turn over.
I'm like a wheel.
I'm like a wheel

I'll be real, I'll be real.
I'll turn over like a wheel.


Lyrics submitted by hearthatsongagain

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