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

Giving 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 - always

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

Giving birth to the machine

Too proud to love - Too proud

Soaking in your fears - rusting away

Never comprehending - always condescending

Slow to understand the variance - 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

Who will cast the latest stones of hate

Pay for their misgivings - pay for their living -

Still we find that on the surface there

Is rust