Rust
We call the tune
Because we must,
For when we bleed
It turns to rust…
We're all the same
The water of our veins,
All Our flesh is made of dust.
It seems insane,
That This world,
This world is built
of tears and flames.
It's not a game
This fever,
This fire on the water in our veins.
And so we love,
In the memory
Of heavens love above.
With tears of flame,
Love calls us,
Love calls us all by our name.
So heed the call
Of the Creator,
That has made you from the clay,
Red clay made,
From his tears upon the dust,
That is why,
When we bleed ,
our blood turns into rust.
We're all the same,
The tears of GOD ,
fallen onto dust.