Sing, the rust
Sing, the rust
Sing, the rust, sing
Sing, the rust, sing
Hymns of rust and throats of dust
Choir of the iron, choir of the lust
Pages of metal, pages of skin
Words that the morning will not let in
Lift, the corroded voice
Lift, the bleeding choice
Lift, the rust, rejoice
Rust choir, sing for the dead
Rust choir, sing what was said
Rust choir, sing in the cold
Rust choir, never grow old
Mouths of orange, eyes of brown
Saints with the metal melting down
Robes of corrosion, robes of stain
Robes that have memorized the rain
Lift, the corroded voice
Lift, the bleeding choice
Lift, the rust, rejoice
Rust choir, sing for the dead
Rust choir, sing what was said
Rust choir, sing in the cold
Rust choir, never grow old
Sing, sing, sing
Sing, sing, sing
Rust, rust, rust
Rust, rust, rust
Louder, louder, louder, louder
Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper
Rust choir, sing for the dead
Rust choir, sing what was said
Rust choir, sing in the cold
Rust choir, never grow old
Rust choir, sing for the dead
Rust choir, sing what was said
Rust choir, sing in the cold
Rust choir, never grow old
Sing, until the iron weeps
Sing, until the silence keeps
Sing, until the morning sleeps
Sing, until the iron weeps
Rust choir, sing for the dead
Rust choir, sing what was said
Rust choir, sing in the cold
Rust choir, never grow old
Rust, rust, rust, choir
Rust, rust, rust, choir
