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
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