No, Really
Rust
I am not afraid of youYou will not slow me down or stop me nowThe hand of God won't be refusedResist and rest assured, I'll bring you downI'll make you wish you'd never been bornAnd all of this will turn to rustJust as soon as the rain has driedI'll be the last one standing upAnd you will suffer for your foolish prideI'll make you wish you'd never been bornThe ground will shake, the veil will be tornYou haven't seen the last of meSharpen my teeth, digging in deepI'll make you
From Letras Mania