paroles de chanson Rust: In Every Vein, Every Pore - Peasant Hands

Pain
Disorder
We cross
Death
Christ
No order
Our failures dwell
inside us
Us all
No order
The failure dwells inside us all

The wheels start turning
Around and around
The rust starts shedding
'Round and around
Rust starts shedding

Love
Of order
Our spent lives
Man
Is order
Fail

The wheels keep turning
On and on
The words keep changing
On and on

The words keep chaining us
To these tracks

A pounding sense
Mortality coal fueled
It charges on

Pain loves disorder
Of order

We cross our spent lives
Waiting for death

But Christ was man
Died for that reason

No order is order

The failure to feel
Is inside us all

Oh
Weeping world

The train of mortality
Is closer approaching
Is closer approaching

Oh weeping world

The faster approaching
Nothing will stop it now.