Dross is a mass of solid impurities floating on a molten metal or dispersed in the metal, such as in wrought iron. It forms on the surface of low-melting-point metals such as tin, lead, zinc or aluminium or alloys by oxidation of the metal(s).
With wrought iron, hammering and later rolling removed some dross. With tin and lead the dross can be removed by adding sodium hydroxide pellets, which dissolve the oxides and form a slag. If floating, dross can also be skimmed off.
Dross, as a solid, is distinguished from slag, which is a liquid. Dross product is not entirely waste material; for example, aluminium dross can be recycled and is used in secondary steelmaking for slag deoxidation.
The term dross derives from the Old English word dros, meaning the scum produced when smelting metals. By the 15th century it had come to refer to rubbish in general.Dregs, and the geological term druse are also thought to be etymologically related. Metallurgical dross is referenced as a metaphor for worthless material in the Bible and in other religious texts.
you say I'm beautiful
well I can't help it
you say I'm empty
we all know I'm full of shit
get out, get out
you've lost control
get out, get out
you're growing cold
can anyone
anyone be true
does anyone
anyone want to be you
you say I'm tragic
I say it's magic kid
you say I'm lucky
we all know what's in your cards
get out, get out
get out, get out
you've lost control
can anyone
anyone be true
does anyone
anyone want to be you
do they want to be you
[bring it down]
floating
knocked out, sky high, floating
flat out, deadly truth
does anyone want to be you
can anyone
anyone be true
does anyone
anyone want to be you
do they want to be you
Arising! Alt. Lyrics
You say I'm beautiful
Well I can't help it
You say I'm empty
We all know I'm full of shit
You're out of good know
You're growing cold
You're out of control
You've lost control
Can anybody, anybody be true
Does anyone, anyone wanna be you
You say I'm tragic
I say it's magic kid
You say I'm lucky
You know who's in the cards
Get out of good know
You've lost your love
You're growing old
Can anybody, anybody be true
Does anyone, anyone wanna be you
Some will let you eat their razorblade
Let you wave a flag in their parade
Dress you up in their own charade
America the beautiful
Let me put you on the shelf
And I am damaged to someone else
Can anyone, anyone be true
Does anyone, anyone wanna be you
Love you
I just gotta love you
Cried out to be true
Does anyone wanna be you