Rust

They make your bed, don't they

Long ago they fought and died for faith - what's changed?

It's said that we've learned tolerance

To build more bridges, cross those rivers

Yet modern man enslaves his conscience

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 - what's changed?

In any age it's ignorance

He that is not with me, is against me

The river of pride swells too 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 (away)

Never comprehending - always condescending me

Slow to understand

Quick to judge, quick to condemn

Rust

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

(Always) Who will cast the latest stones of hate

(Always) Pay for their misgivings - pay for their living

Still we find that on the surface there is rust