Paroles de Painted Rust

Faith, the sanctity of faith Only serves to alchemise passion into gold White replicated life A propensity to imitate all that plays the mark A face of painted rust A mask to gain our trust A fake, a cover up Lie, serenade, incite A falsity to aggregate all that comes too hard Faked, calculated bait It all serves to captivate, subjugate, control A face of painted rust A mask to gain our trust A fake, a cover up A face of painted rust