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