| Song | Rust |
| Artist | Must |
| Album | Androgynous Jesus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Must make distance fast | |
| Before that tender touch | |
| Makes my joints rust | |
| Adored soul please know | |
| That I have to break the mould | |
| I have to go alone | |
| Inside to outside | |
| To rise above | |
| Rise above | |
| Into | |
| Finding love | |
| Thumb out heading north | |
| And sometimes I don know | |
| Just why this path I chose | |
| But I compelled I need | |
| To have myself to hold | |
| To let that man unfold | |
| And habit is darkening me | |
| How sweet be this tragedy | |
| Indulging morbid flow | |
| And refuting all I know | |
| It easy to be weak | |
| But in the end the curse | |
| Is to forsake tomorrow riches | |
| You know Scarlet Oara? |
| Must make distance fast | |
| Before that tender touch | |
| Makes my joints rust | |
| Adored soul please know | |
| That I have to break the mould | |
| I have to go alone | |
| Inside to outside | |
| To rise above | |
| Rise above | |
| Into | |
| Finding love | |
| Thumb out heading north | |
| And sometimes I don know | |
| Just why this path I chose | |
| But I compelled I need | |
| To have myself to hold | |
| To let that man unfold | |
| And habit is darkening me | |
| How sweet be this tragedy | |
| Indulging morbid flow | |
| And refuting all I know | |
| It easy to be weak | |
| But in the end the curse | |
| Is to forsake tomorrow riches | |
| You know Scarlet O ara? |
| Must make distance fast | |
| Before that tender touch | |
| Makes my joints rust | |
| Adored soul please know | |
| That I have to break the mould | |
| I have to go alone | |
| Inside to outside | |
| To rise above | |
| Rise above | |
| Into | |
| Finding love | |
| Thumb out heading north | |
| And sometimes I don know | |
| Just why this path I chose | |
| But I compelled I need | |
| To have myself to hold | |
| To let that man unfold | |
| And habit is darkening me | |
| How sweet be this tragedy | |
| Indulging morbid flow | |
| And refuting all I know | |
| It easy to be weak | |
| But in the end the curse | |
| Is to forsake tomorrow riches | |
| You know Scarlet O ara? |