The wheels of progress stand idle; Men stand idly by while smiling; Politicians planning kingships while Kings devising the downfall of the talking; My wheels fly dragging the ground behind them; Idle hands will be chopped off desires; Deny this and fate is brought to the light while dying; Crying relatives will not rebut the sounds of the choir; Desires are heard, disregarded and bound to the sire;
In defiance, with pious hands; To work like the common man; but with plans more defiant; Losers to immolate in self-defense; Slingshots no longer topple the Giant; Fire deep inside her wished to deny it;