Rust on my tongue, roses in my veins,

I kiss the blade, I taste the bloom,

Midnight mercy, sulfur perfume.

Baptized in brake-light halos, I pray—

Scars open like stamen, bleeding your name.

Thorns in my throat, whiskey in the wound,

We fuck like ghosts trying to feel the tomb.

Love is corrosion, sacred, obscene,

I rust forever where your roses have been.

霓虹銹在指尖，破曉前我們點(diǎn)火

把廢鐵的脈搏焊進(jìn)底特律的脈搏

Hustle Rust，銹里淘金，汗珠炸成星

引擎在胸口通宵罷工，仍把夢掛四擋

逆風(fēng)把裂縫吹成風(fēng)口，我們叼著螺栓笑

黎明賒賬，賒我們一身滾燙的鋒芒