Poets of the Fall Carnival of Rust

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 come closing in for a kill Come feed the rain Cos I m thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah feed the rain Cos without your love my life ain t nothing but this carnival of rust It s all a game, avoiding failure, when tru