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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 - what's changed? 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 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 We find that on the surface there is rust |
