Текст песни
The rustwind howls through the salvage yard
I’ve been running so hard, my memory’s scarred
The last checkpoint’s dust, the next one’s doubt
But I shut my eyes and let the pedal out
Rustwind, rustwind – in my lungs
I spit out the grit to sharpen my tongue
Rustwind, rustwind – peel the skin
I’m not stopping till the rust eats in
The road’s a serpent, the speed is a prayer
I suck on the fumes to kill the despair
Every mirror shows a face I’ve shed
I’m driving so fast I’m almost dead
No more gears to break.
Rustwind – I am the rust
Rustwind – I am the gust
Rustwind – into the dust
