Everyone that is *rusted from the rain* say i have a *devil on my shoulder* And *saint veronica* Turns our *tears to wine* then they run to the *river below* Where there is *fallen leaves* Then we see a *devil in midnight mass* as he swings the *red flag* around. But we wont *surrender*. Even in *this suffering* We have? *Nothing to lose* But then we *try honesty* Then we are lift *standing in the rain* The *voices of violence* say *This is how it goes*