beneath the freezing starry skies Racing in some trance These cities are illusions Of some triumph over Nature's laws We've seen the iron carcass rust
open roads Beneath the freezing starry skies Racing in some trance These cities are illusions of Some triumph over Natureis laws Weive seen the iron carcass rust
Monroe Rather be in some dark hollow or some dark deep shady grove Than to be a bluegrass widow" I started listening to bluegrass music In Bryan Duckworth?s rust
should I treasure the red or treasure the light the bitter juniper is still food pull down your pants by the shi'ites tire my tounge over your gums oh
and rust in the rain And pour over everything we say we trust It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors Where the rivers unwind, rust
awake in lust and rust in the rain And pour over everything we say we trust It happened again, I listened in thru hallways and thin doors Where the rivers unwind, rust
The final scream Do I care How have they lost your tale The final scream Do I care Dark winter kills your name The final scream Do I care How have they
hours wasted still, more to life than wealth and war? (what is left for them to kill?) The force of life, is dead of thirst golden years have turned to rust
the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance These cities are illusions of some triumph over Nature's laws We've seen the iron carcass rust and buildings
in some dark hollow or some dark deep shady grove Than to be a bluegrass widow? Spoken word break: I started listening to bluegrass music in Bryan Duckworth?s rust
involved in forty hues Whether you levitate or bend spoons Tune into the brooders of the dark heart news [Rob Sonic:] Breathin's a tug of war Wet when I rust
, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life our passion'd flower Cling to cunts & cocks of despair We got our final
Huh, just like the book said Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead Old-ass rusted out metal But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto "Somewhere over
over the field of fresh moved hay Let's go up to the barn loft lay back and watch the sparrows play I can see the evening sky from the holes rusted in
found a new home They will shatter, wreak havoc and break The gray lady must go From the mud Hands of dirt and rust They take the lighthouse over For
is not hate I don't know how I ever over-underrate Here on earth Where the wind and the rain prevail It bends what you build and it rusts what you nail
We're dyin' on the vine until we finally, 'til we finally get away The boundaries of this town are closin' in just like a noose The future's gonna rust