My thoughts are turning black. Here comes a panic attack. Every day is a struggle to stay on track. I've had enough of being consumed by your poison.
Another ghost across the sky The sky hangs from it's last thread and we're all scared, but I feel brave I bleed from my mouth for a lost cause black lungs
Black lungs, took you in when you were young, and everyone around you, saw their sins so you measured up, and you wanted to find out, just how far you
and rooftops And it's gunna be crowded tourist stops So it's goodbye To your brand new life So it's good luck Best wishes to your black lung By this
in our lungs to tell the world just how we feel no bridge of thought no mental link no letting out just what you think there is no language in our lungs
how we feel No no, no no, no no, bridge of thought No mental link No letting out just what you think There is no language in our lungs Lungs, lungs, lungs
it's goodbye To your brand new life So it's good luck Best wishes to your black lung Your black lung Your black lung Your black lung It's gonna be
I hope this feeling never goes away Never sleep at night, drift in and out all day Try and get the best of me, living life this way You gotta push yourself
No one should have to live in shame It's this absurdity that clouds your mind And pushes you away What lies upon the altar? Statues and hypocrites keep
No need to worry the kids She kept her lips sealed Until the test results came in A mother's burden, that's all My dear, you probably should have called
This is nothing original, identifiable Just familiarity to tap your toes to The soundtrack to wake up something inside of you You never knew existed
And I'll speak for them The untimely, the tragic, the should have beens For our loved ones to hear and our fallen friends Don't choke up, be eloquent
When I start thinking, this is only a lust I must confess I'd be better on my own Then I start thinking this is really love And I confess I can't do this
Unnatural skies drift away calmly Behind the trees right before my eyes After that it gets dark rather quickly This changing of the weather brings a
When I start thinking this is only a lust. I must confess I'd be better on my own. Then I start thinking this is really love. And I confess I can't do
I hope this feeling never goes away. Never sleep at night drift in and out all day. Try and get the best of me, living life this way. You gotta push yourself
