Wheels

I'm holding a bubble no one can believe inThey look through and distort their viewsThey say it's alright and add with a winkBut the wink has the smile of abuseI'm holding a mirror no one wants to peek inIt's cracked they say with a wearisome moanBut the crack is a path just there for the seekingLook harder the pavings are shownLosing out slowly I'm trying to make goodBut wheels slowly grinding, grind slowly to mud, slowly to mudI wished for the earth, and I got me a pieceMy integrity down, my soul for the leaseNo one can repeat what my mouth tries to speakForsaking the bit, not seeing the leak(REPEAT VERSE ONE)(REPEAT CHORUS)