Rust کے بول

I come from a land Of systematic erasure of optimism and positiveness You don't want to encourage me Slowly corroding your fortified norm Leaving you bitter, grim and sober With rigid cramp or silent fear I strangle what you do hold dear With rigid cramp or silent fear Evoking addiction, limp, severe It's sin again Like charcoal on flaming nuns Consistence unknown like early black metal We're born without armor - Don't you think i'm watching my back ?! With rigid cramp or silent fear I strangle what you hold dear With rigid cramp or silent fear Evoke addiction; limp; severe