When People Resort To Name Calling

As Friends Rust

and so again my friends

we've taken this conversation

to its bitter end

i need to cut my tongue

before it cuts us down

cuts us down



we spit them out like spears

without a doubt we never look

to see who's in the clear

i need to lose this one

before it cuts us down

cuts us down



down to nothing

no bones are broken

no lives are stolen

but what's been proven

when there's nothing left to prove?

my mouth is launching

ballistic missiles

and you can't catch them fast enough

fast enough



i don't mind the knife

because i know its driven by you

i don't mind the knife

because i know you're the force behind it



we're all serrated

and capable

and so we cut