Architects - Black Lungs lyrics

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 fu*king 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?"