| They make your bed, don't they | |
| Long ago they fought and died for faith - what's changed ? | |
| It's said that we've acquired tolerance to build more bridges | |
| Cross those rivers, yet modern man enslaves his consciousand the undertow of blame still flows between | |
| Give it birth to the machine - hostilities of ancestry | |
| Slow to understand the variance - quick to judge on one aspect - rust | |
| We call them fools today - they will call us fools in days to come -always | |
| In any age it's ignorance | |
| He that he's not with me is against me | |
| The river of pride swells to high, washing those bridges out to sea | |
| Give it birth to the machine | |
| Too proud to love - | |
| Too proudSoaking in your fears - rusting away | |
| Never comprehending - always condescending | |
| Slow to understand the variance - quick to judge - quick to condem | |
| Carried them for years - stones that they once cast | |
| Place the blame on them as if it were their past | |
| Yesterdays distrust | |
| Resent, Regret, disgust | |
| Still we pay for their living - pay for their mistakes | |
| Who will cast the latest stones of hate | |
| Pay for their misgivings - pay for their living - still we find thaton the surface thereis rust |