Crushed - Peter Himmelman

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