| Fingers of rust gently intertwine
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| Lace the seams of sacrifice in beautiful decline
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| Catalysis of creations of all that was mankind
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| Pull our corruption towards nature
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| The state that’s predefined
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| Rust forms, bringing it all down
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| Wood rots, and into the ground
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| Flesh falls; |
| life’s decomposed
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| Then nature’s again exposed
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| All that floats upon the sea, all that hangs in the air
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| All that sits in dust or dirt eventually ensnared
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| The gentle touch of time will take you unaware
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| Pulling all creations down, an elegant affair
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| Rust forms, bringing it all down
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| Wood rots, and into the ground
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| Flesh falls; |
| life’s decomposed
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| Then nature’s again exposed
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| Rust forms, bringing it all down
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| Wood rots, and into the ground
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| Flesh falls; |
| life’s decomposed
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| Then nature’s again exposed
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| Pleasant patina pulls apart a holy copper shrine
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| Like gently creeping mossy claws, scarring all divine
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| All the things you think you value, including the gift of life
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| Slowly, gently fall apart, until the world is right
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| Rust forms, bringing it all down
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| Wood rots, and into the ground
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| Flesh falls; |
| life’s decomposed
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| Then nature’s again exposed
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| Rust forms, bringing it all down
|
| Wood rots, and into the ground
|
| Flesh falls; |
| life’s decomposed
|
| Then nature’s again exposed
|
| Rust forms, bringing it all down
|
| Wood rots, and into the ground
|
| Flesh falls; |
| life’s decomposed
|
| Then nature’s again exposed
|
| Rust forms, bringing it all down
|
| Wood rots, and into the ground
|
| Flesh falls; |
| life’s decomposed
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| Then nature’s again exposed |