Black Lungs - Architects

Do you crush your hope when you hope to die?

Are you sleeping deep in a hurricane?

I'm facing the arms again, it's a fill, we're crawling, all of us

Will you fall on that sword and the second coming?

Will you taste the action too?

Is this why he's dying in our arms?

No wheels are turning

What would you do to stay alive if the planet was burning?

You wanna make it a reality

Black lungs for the young if we dare to breathe

Sure sounds like heaven to me

We gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds

Some place to go if we don't believe

Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint

Give us a Judas, then we can stay and fight

Yeah, we all pretend we're the renegades

So wash this away, get ready for the anger

Take your welcome sight, it's running out

There's no doubt that the end is coming

Did you taste the action, can you taste the dust?

Is this why he's dying in our arms?

No wheels are turning

What would you do to stay alive if the planet was burning?

You wanna make it a reality

Black lungs for the young if we dare to breathe

Sure sounds like heaven to me

We gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds

Some 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 burned out

Black pack, ready for the guillotine

We can all play guilty when they ask

Where were you when the drugs spread the wings of the Phoenix?

They cut the wings off the phoenix, oh

Where will we rest on the world from the vulture and the girl and the fucking [?]

When we're holding on for dear life

You wanna make it a reality

Black lungs for the young if we dare to breathe

Sure sounds like heaven to me

We gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds

Some 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

Oh, we can all play guilty when they ask

Where were you when the guns took the wings of the Phoenix