Rewritten Rusted

No more gleam, no more shine, not once Once I rolled the production line Llnes busted and broken, no more sublime Sublime when rolling the production line Line producing joy and glee Glee in the past, no one loves me, no No one loves me, each day I pine Pine for the days of the production line Line when I was neat and smart Smart, victorious and filled with grace Grace has gone in this grim place Place a thought in your heart for thee Thee is dead, oh me, oh my My life exterminated Exterminated forever