The Same Red Wheel

Ich bin schon zweimal von den Toten auferstanden. Dieses Wochenende habe ich vor, es ein drittes Mal zu tun. | I’ve already risen from the dead twice. This weekend, I plan to do it a third time. „The Same Red Wheel“ by Gennaio Winger [Verse 1] I have done this part before, the going and the gone the cold that climbs up from the feet, the light that clicks to none. I know the way the ceiling fades, I know the final sound and I know the red that waits below to turn me back around. [Pre-Chorus] Down the spiral, slow and certain, where the crimson eats its tail and it does not end in darkness, it just sets me back to sail. [Chorus] It's the same red wheel, the same red wheel, I have ridden all my deaths I go under and I come up new and I spend the same last breaths. Round and red and round and red, no heaven and no floor just a skull that learns to smile at it and does it all once more. [Verse 2] The first few times I fought the pull, I clawed against the drain I screamed the way the living scream who've never learned the chain. Now I fold my hands and let it take, I know the turning well the spiral isn't punishment, it's just the way I dwell. [Pre-Chorus] Down the spiral, slow and certain, where the crimson eats its tail and it does not end in darkness, it just sets me back to sail. [Chorus] It's the same red wheel, the same red wheel, I have ridden all my deaths I go under and I come up new and I spend the same last breaths. Round and red and round and red, no heaven and no floor just a skull that learns to smile at it and does it all once more. [Bridge] You think the horror is the dying it isn't, it's the rest. It's knowing every face you'll lose you'll lose again, then meet, then lose, the same, the same, the best. I've buried the same mother in a hundred turning years, I've fallen for the same bright eyes and drowned them in the same slow tears. So don't you weep for skulls that float, serene above the sea that calm you see is not release, it's just the hundredth me. [Verse 3] Somewhere down the crimson coil there might have been a door a way to step off spinning and to spin and spin no more. But I've forgotten if I found it, or if finding is the wheel so I ride the red back up again to a top that doesn't heal. [Outro] The same red wheel... the same red wheel... I feel it start to slow. It slows the way it always does just before I go. —— voc: Gennaio Winger music: Gennaio Winger mix: Gennaio Winger (using Suno Studio & Logic Pro) img: Gennaio Winger (digital painting, 2010, improved with Photoshop)