Poets of the Fall Carnival of Rust

D you breath the name of your saviour In your hour of need, n taste the blame if the flavor Should remind you of greed, Of implication, insinuation and ill will, till you cannot lie still, In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil closing in for a kill Chorus: Come feed the rain Cause I m thirsty for your love Dancing underneath The skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain Cause without your love my life Ain t nothing But this carnival of