Spinning, spiraling machine   Tumble and toil in my command   Imagination, be my eye   Bring your vision to my hand      Spinning, spiraling machine   I've a prayer for you to hear   Let not your gear wheels fly away   Bringing cause for me to fear      For in this world of grand illusion   Muscles tear and muscles heal   And muscles have their own perception   And muscles need to know the real      It's a muscle that beats and pumps the blood flow   And hearts, they need a chance to grow   Nourished on a chance to understand them   The progress comes out ever slow      Like a flash of lightning to a blind man   A coat of paint upon the wall   You never let them see my horrible pain   You never let them see the fall      I will not care if points a finger   I will not care if called insane   It's in the storm I will find shelter   If lost and lonely I'll complain      Spinning, spiraling machine   You spin and spiral in my head   Tis up to me if I'm to love you   Tis up to me if I'm to dread   Tis up to me if I'm to love you   Tis up to me if I'm to dread