Rust

Rust

Lagwagon
(album: Trashed)

They make your bed, don´t they
Long ago they fought and died for faith - what´s changed ?
It´s said that we´ve acquired tolerance to build more bridges
Cross those rivers, yet modern man enslaves his conscious
And the undertow of blame still flows between
Give it birth to the machine - hostilities of ancestry
Slow to understand the variance - quick to judge on one aspect - rust
We call them fools today - they will call us fools in days to come - always
In any age it´s ignorance
He that he´s not with me is against me
The river of pride swells to high, washing those bridges out to sea
Give it birth to the machine
Too proud to love - Too proud
Soaking in your fears - rusting away
Never comprehending - always condescending
Slow to understand the variance - quick to judge - quick to condem
Carried them for years - stones that they once cast
Place the blame on them as if it were their past
Yesterdays distrust
Resent, Regret, disgust
Still we pay for their living - pay for their mistakes
Who will cast the latest stones of hate
Pay for their misgivings - pay for their living - still we find that on the surface there
Is rust