Rust Cleansing
Agnete / Madder Mortem
Silence has already spoken
They have all failed to hold their chairs
Shame left its print on their faces
Muted and perfectly there
And so am I
Rust, cleansing in harm
Echoes of laughter and beauty
Cleverly disguised and still and cold
In every eye silver mirrors (without compassion)
Plasterlike face ignores the call
And so will I
Rust, cleansing in harm
The unforgiving mask that drives the lesson home
The fear that ties us down and leaves us all alone
We are all alone
Screaming beneath placid gazes
No one is there to break the fall
Spineless and amazed we greet the metaphor
that leaves us as beggars at the door
And so we tie
Rust, cleansing in harm
The bond that ties us holds