Rust Lyrics - Dark Throne

I come from a land 

Of systematic erasure of optimism and positiveness 

You don't want to encourage me 

Slowly corroding your fortified norm 

Leaving you bitter, grim and sober 

With rigid cramp or silent fear 

I strangle what you do hold dear 

With rigid cramp or silent fear 

Evoking addiction, limp, severe 

It's sin again 

Like charcoal on flaming nuns 

Consistence unknown like early black metal 

We're born without armor 

Don't you think I'm watching my back ?! 

With rigid cramp or silent fear 

I strangle what you hold dear 

With rigid cramp or silent fear 

Evoke addiction; limp; severe