Black Lungs

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
G#5 B5     D#5
    Do you cross your heart when you hope to die?
        G#5      B5          D#5
Are you sleeping deep in the hurricane?
IVs in the arm, forgetting to feel,
      G#5      B5     D#5
we're crawling on all fours
                                   G#5    B5
Will you fall on that sword at the second coming?
D#5
   You're gonna taste the ash and dust
                     G#5     B5    D#5
'Cause this world is dying in  our arms

[Pre-Chorus]
Now the wheels are turning
What would you do to stay alive if the planet was burning?

[Chorus]
D#5                              B5
   You wanna make your hell a reality?
                                                 C#5
Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe
(If they dare to breathe, whoa-oh)
                 G#5
Sure sounds like heaven to me
D#5                                   F#5
   You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds
                                  C#5
No place to go if we don't believe
(If we don't believe, whoa-oh)
B5
  Good Lord,
it's enough to plague a saint

[Bridge]
D#5 G#5 B5 D#5
G#5     B5   D#5
   Give us a Judas steer we can deify

[Verse 2]
         G#5    B5             D#5
Yeah, we all pretend we're the renegades
So wash us away, garroted by a halo
G#5    B5         D#5
Take a bow 'cause time's running out,
                          G#5    B5
there's no doubt that the end is coming
D#5
   You're gonna taste the ash,
                                                 G#5     B5
you're gonna taste the dust 'Cause this world is dying in
        D#5
our arms

[Pre-Chorus]
Now the wheels are turning
What would you do to stay alive if the planet was burning?

[Chorus]
D#5                              B5
   You wanna make your hell a reality?
                                                 C#5
Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe
(If they dare to breathe, whoa-oh)
                 G#5
Sure sounds like heaven to me
D#5                                   F#5
   You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds
                                  C#5
No place to go if we don't believe
(If we don't believe, whoa-oh)
B5
  Good Lord,
it's enough to plague a saint

[Interlude]
D#5
   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 off the
Phoenix?"

[Breakdown]
D#5
   They clipped the wings off the Phoenix,
oh
When will we wrestle the world from the fools and their
gold and the fucking covenant? (We'll be waiting)
Will enough be enough when we're holding on for dear life?

[Chorus]
D#5                              B5
   You wanna make your hell a reality?
                                                 C#5
Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe
(If they dare to breathe, whoa-oh)
                 G#5
Sure sounds like heaven to me
D#5                                   F#5
   You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds
                                  C#5
No place to go if we don't believe
(If we don't believe, whoa-oh)
B5
  Good Lord,
it's enough to plague a saint
D#5                      B5
   It's enough to plague a saint
It's enough to plague a saint
C#5                             G#5
   It's enough to plague a saint

[Outro]
D#5
Oh 
Ugh,
we can all plead guilty when they ask
"Where were you when the Gods clipped the wings off the
Phoenix?"