Poets of the Fall - Carnival of Rust

Do you breathe the name of your savior
In your hour of need,
And taste the blame if the flavor
Should remind you of greed,
Of implication, insinuation and ill will,
Till' you cannot lie still,
In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil
Closing in for a kill

Come feed the rain
Cos I'm thirsty for your love
Dancing underneath the skies of lust

Yeah feed the rain
Cos without your love my life
Ain't nothing but this carnival of rust

It's all a game, avoiding failure,
When true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior
And the things we don't need
I lust for