Testo: Miranda Sex Garden. Wheel.

I am in a strange room
On an everlasting wheel
I am now an object
And I feel an object's pain

I am not alone
I am not alone

I am in a strange room
On an everlasting wheel
I am now an object
And I cry an object's tears

And I can't see at all
And I can't hear at all
And I can't taste at all
But I can feel it all

And I can't see at all
And I can't hear at all
And I can't taste at all
But I can feel it all

I am in a strange room
On an everlasting wheel
I am now an object
And I know an object's peace

And I can't see at all
And I can't hear at all
And I can't taste at all
But I can feel it all

And I can't see at all
And I can't hear at all
And I can't taste at all
But I can feel it all