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Black Lungs (Explicit) - Architects
Lyrics by：Dan Searle/Sam Carter/Josh Middleton/Alex Dean/Adam Christianson
Composed by：Dan Searle/Sam Carter/Josh Middleton/Alex Dean/Adam Christianson
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 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
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
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 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
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
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 clipped the wings of the Phoenix oh
When will we wrestle the world from the
Fools and their gold and their f**king covenant
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
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
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
Oh
Ugh we can all plead guilty when they ask
Where were you when the Gods clipped the wings of the Phoenix
