Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Lungs, artist - Architects. Album song For Those That Wish To Exist, in the genre
Date of issue: 25.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Epitaph
Black Lungs |
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 |