Black Lungs

Album: For Those That Wish to Exist (2020)
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  • Do you cross your heart when you hope to die?
    Are you sleeping deep in the hurricane?
    IVs in the arm, forgetting to feel
    We're crawling on all fours
    Will you fall on that sword at the second coming?
    You're gonna taste the ash and dust
    'Cause this world is dying in our arms

    Now the wheels are turning
    What would you do to stay alive if the planet was burning?

    You wanna make your hell a reality?
    Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe
    (If they dare to breathe, woah)
    Sure sounds like heaven to me
    You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds
    No place to go if we don't believe
    (If we don't believe, woah)
    Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint

    Give us a Judas steer we can deify
    Yeah, we all pretend we're the renegades
    So wash us away, garroted by a halo
    Take a bow, 'cause time's running out
    There's no doubt that the end is coming
    You're gonna taste the ash, you're gonna taste the dust
    'Cause this world is dying in our arms

    Now the wheels are turning
    What would you do to stay alive if the planet was burning?

    You wanna make your hell a reality?
    Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe
    (If they dare to breathe, woah)
    Sure sounds like heaven to me
    You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds
    No place to go if we don't believe
    (If we don't believe, woah)
    Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint

    Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint

    Post-love, post-truth, justice lays bound
    And black bagged ready for the guillotine
    We can all plead guilty when they ask
    "Where were you when the Gods clipped the wings of the Phoenix?"
    They cut the wings off the Phoenix, ah
    When will we wrestle the world from the fools and their gold and their fucking covenant?
    (We'll be waiting)
    Will enough be enough when we're holding on for dear life

    You wanna make your hell a reality?
    Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe
    (If they dare to breathe, woah)
    Sure sounds like heaven to me
    You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds
    No place to go if we don't believe
    (If we don't believe, woah)
    Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint
    It's enough to plague a saint
    It's enough to plague a saint
    It's enough to plague a saint

    Ah, we can all plead guilty when they ask
    "Where were you when the Gods clipped the wings of the Phoenix?" Writer/s: Adam Christianson, Alex Dean, Dan Searle, Josh Middleton, Sam Carter
    Publisher: MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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