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 conscious
  And 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 proud
  Soaking 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 that on the surface there
  Is rust