FOXCULT, Big Ass Truck I.E., Abel Abarca - CITY OF RUST
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We’ll take the city and hang the cancer for all to see 

Marked by the saviors, the fractals beneath

Like a flood these colors run through the cold 

Pushed to the edge;


They took our families, the distant voices carried on the wind  

Etched in patterns, the shadows of the trees

Soaked in sorrow, and deep agony

All the prayers; how they turned into gloom


A tragedy, there’s nothing leftWhat still remains, in broken glass?

Tear the pieces of rot out

Hide the blood down below where 

the ancients veins ; the chasm flows 


Rusted ash fills the stone halls

where the harsh whispers follow 

the ancient veins; the chasm flows  


This aching beast with it’s wretched throws

casting sickness and pain through malice, slow fading where…

the chasm flows 

A tragedy, there’s nothing leftWhat still remains, in broken glass

A cloud of smoke, to hide the sunThe city sings, what have you done


Tear the pieces of rot out

Hide the blood down below where 
the ancients veins ; the chasm flows 

Rusted ash fills the stone halls

where the harsh whispers follow 

the ancient veins; the chasm flows  


And when you come face to face with that

Which took you from this place…

the ancient veins, flowing thick with blood

coagulate and fade a frenzied sun


A tragedy, there’s nothing leftWhat still remains, in broken glass

A cloud of smoke, to hide the sun

The city sings, what have you done

Tear the pieces of rot out

Hide the blood down below where 

the ancients veins ; the chasm flows 


Rusted ash fills the stone halls

where the harsh whispers follow 

the ancient veins; the chasm flows