At the First Sign of Rust - Wretched

Agony drags on so sluggish.

The winters long and my bones won’t Accept the

Check.

Is the sun too much to ask for Just wait

I’ll grab it, and smash it into fragments

Desperately making my stamp till I’ve lost my mind, my hell

On earth is life.

To watch without any spec of sunlight, Stay

Up just out of touch enough, to be happy, Grab hold, a tidal

Wave is on its way to demolish, The ant farm we’ve built

We’re all soaking wet in guilt, so expose yourself, I know

You’re excited to see, It all comes crashing down

Crooked courts, and easy banks, It’s the P. A

That’s maxing out, The last ears to bleed, and all the while

I’ll be laughing…

Love it or hate it, there’s no time to dwell

Angel or demon, we all belong in hell…

Is there a line, to cross to kick?

This tomb is home and

I built this crypt

The stagnate nature of our lives continues, Until there’s no

One left to rape with politics

Crooked courts, and easy banks, It’s the P. A

That’s maxing out, The last ears to bleed, and all the while

I’ll be laughing.

Grab my hand let’s watch it fall, This tombs called home and

I’ve watched it for years…

Is the sun too much to ask for, Just wait I’ll grab it, and

Smash it to fragments, Agony drags on so sluggish, The winters long and my

Bones won’t accept the check

I built this crypt, I built this crypt