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The Rust Never Rests - Levi Stoker
There's damp and moisture looking for a home
In the hollow of the rafters and the marrow of the bone
It's a quiet kind of killer, a slow and orange rot
Waiting for the moment that the engine's not so hot
If I sit down for a minute
If I lean against the gate
I can feel the iron stiffen under the industrial weight
So I'm waking up the piston
And I'm shouting at the sky
Because the second that I'm still is the second that I die
One for the motion, two for the heat, by the time I hit three I'm the king of the street
Oh, it's the rust that never rests and I'm staying on the move
I got a heavy weight rhythm and a high tensile groove
Every flake of the oxide tells a piece of the war
Of a metal staying polished while it's looking for more
Yeah, you can leave the body
Where the bitter briars grow
But you're never going to catch me burning down below
I see the false sales shattered
Leaning on the hill
Men who let the weather break the spirit and the will
They thought a little rest
Was what they finally earned
But they didn't see them pitch while the timber slowly burned
I'm bobbing through the dampness
Weaving through the years
Keeping the momentum in the middle of the gears
Oh, it's the rust that never rests and I'm staying on the move
I got a heavy weight rhythm and a high tensile groove
Every flake of the oxide tells a piece of the war
Of a metal staying polished while it's looking for more
Yeah, you can leave the body
Where the bitter briars grow
But you're never going to catch me burning down below
Keep it spinning
Don't you settle
Friction is the savior and the fire is the friend
I'm the toughest damn rebel until the very end
I'm out of breath
I'm just finding my second wind
Rust never rests
Motion is the ghost
He keeps the shine
From coast to burning coast
