Blood and Rust by Libyans Lyrics

No fault, no loss, no wrong
A trust, too fast, now lost again

There is a case for growing up
Abandoning our kind
This hate becomes tradition
Destroying me in time

We prod and bleed, no end
No fault, no loss, no wrong

There is a case for growing up
Abandoning our kind
This hate becomes tradition
Destroying me in time

I'll find this mystery for myself
I'll still pretend I'm somewhere else
A family tree of blood and rust