This one is for those who lost their faith in themselves And never found it back again Youth and strength have been burnt out drifting in animosity With an eye to the past, suffering a horrifying reality And they know now, they feel it It's too late to count on a recovery Your day will come As long as you find new strength to fight the horror Time will tell you nothing more Than a bleak story you cannot longer ignore Make a stand or rust in corruption Or rust in corruption This one is for those who lost their faith in themselves And never found it back again Crushed by their own scheme, by their own rancor and ferocity With a weight on the chest, a constant strain Draining up their energy And they know now, they feel it It's too late to count on a recovery Your day will come As long as you find new strength to fight the horror Time will tell you nothing more Than a bleak story you cannot longer ignore Make a stand or rust in corruption Make a stand or rust in corruption