Testo di Prayer Wheel

These are the fasting days Gonna' break our will Let Christ out of the money box Let our hearts be still We'll crawl on our bellies now And make a wound to heal Dry blood on the potter's soil is our holy meal Take a page, print your name Tack it to the prayer wheel Spin it 'til it makes the sound Of a thousand voices crying Every name that's on the prayer wheel Lamentations up to heaven Make some small enough to wear Around our wrists, reminders there Of the promises we made These are the gathering days Of clouds and pages There are icons on the subway walls Prophets and sages The wheel will stand upon a mound of dust and ashes Our backs are pinned against the wall of thorns and lashes Now these are the numbered days The final stages We live in caves upon the mountain called The Rock of Ages And there will be no signs Like statues with the bleeding hands Just a fire burning in the soul of every man These are the promises we made, etc.