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
garrotted 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 blackbagged
ready for the guillotine
We can all plead
guilty when they ask
Where were you
when the gods
clipped the wings
off the phoenix
They clipped the wings
off the phoenix ah
When will we
wrestle the world
from the fools
and their gold
And the fucking covenant
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
Oh
Ugh we can all plead
guilty when they ask
Where were you
when the gods
clipped the wings
off the phoenix