Rust on (Take 15) Video (MV)

Here's our last march of a rustic nation
I'm bleeding oil
I'm beyond repair
We scavenge junkyards for salvation
Metallic half-breeds in despair

And we've wandered many visions
And we've journeyed many roads
These nuts and bolts within me
Will leave this metal man exposed

Time for us is mortal
All rust soon turns to decay
My heart's technology
Is a run down old arcade

Oh rustic nation
End of days
There's no solution
We've lost our way
The future sloths us a surge to blow
Oooh time is the murder
Each day the crow

And we all rust on with our worn scars
All rust on with our broken bond
All rust on
We are wanderers
All rust on
We all rust on

Creation of a robotic race
Thousands of years of life in space
Damned and cursed us to our graves
Discovered humans and their secret ways

And the reason for this transplant in new heart technology
Is a newer sought obsession
Myself escaped from me

No juries in these trials
No judge at bench with his gavel tight
This wanderer's been blinded
But all who rust on shall see tonight

In vision after vision
In a quest to be pure of rust
It's a simple invitation
Our hearts have been wasted on trust

And we all rust on with our worn scars
All rust on with our broken bond
All rust on
Wicked wanderers
All rust on
We all rust on

We all rust on
We all rust on