Poets of the Fall Carnival of Rust

D u breath the name of ur saviour In ur hour of need, N taste the blame if the flavor Should remind u of greed, Of implication, insinuation and ill will, Till u cannot lie still, In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil Closin in 4 a kill Come feed the rain Cos I m thirsty 4 ur love Dancin underneath the skies of lust Yeah feed the rain Cos without ur love my life Ain t nothing but this carnival of