Music: Hein Cooper/Marcus Paquin/Franz Schuller
Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes looking down
Blood lines
Bubble in my cup think I'm fizzing out
Well I don't hear the sound as I'm reaching out to you
I'm not looking for the fix that I get used to
I get a little
I get a little
I get a little
Rusty
So won't you spare me some time
Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine?
When nothing that we do is fine
Every high we get the lie that says the waters turned into wine
Well I've been twisting out
I've been twisting out the screws
And I'm not looking for the fix that I got used to
I get a little
I get a little
I get a little
Rusty
I get a little
I get a little
I get a little
Rusty
Chasing rabbits down holes as the Church cheer watching me
The yellow brick road to know where I know as there I go
Seen the road
Seen the road
Seen the road lead to nowhere before
I get a little
I get a little
I get a little
Rusty
I get a little
I get a little
I get a little
Rusty