Rusted Anthem

Yeah, we bury it deep down. (shhh)

Silent rooms and quiet hallways

We walk the chalk line always

But the floorboards start to bend

(under the weight)

I feel the pressure build up inside

Nowhere left for the truth to hide

Break the surface, let it spill!

(let it spill!) No more standing quiet and still! (go!)

Dust settles on the shattered glass

Waiting for the storm to pass

But the air is growing cold

(getting so cold)

I feel the pressure build up inside

Nowhere left for the truth to hide

Break the surface, let it spill!

(let it spill!)

No more standing quiet and still! (go!)

We bend until

we break... (we break) How much more

can we take? (ahhh!)

Let

it spill...

Just let it spill.