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