I stumble through the wreckage
Rusted from the rain
There’s nothing left to salvage
No one left to blame
Among the broken mirrors
I don’t look the same
I’m rusted from the rain
I’m rusted from the rain
Dissect me until my blood runs down into the drain
My bitter heart is pumping oil into my veins
I’m nothing but a tin man, don’t feel any pain
I don’t feel any pain, I don’t feel any pain
I’m rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I’m the king of cowards, you’re the queen of pain
I’m rusted from the rain, I’m rusted from the rain
You hung me like a picture, now I’m just a frame
I used to be your lap dog, now I’m just a stray
Shackled in a graveyard, left here to decay
Left here to decay, left here to decay
I’m rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I’m the king of cowards, you’re the queen of pain
I’m rusted from the rain, I’m rusted from the rain
I’m rusted from the rain
As the saying from 'Art of the bu dao weng' goes..