Architects — Black Lungs

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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 clipped the wings of the Phoenix

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

We can all plead guilty when they ask

«Where were you when the Gods clipped the wings of the Phoenix?»