Текст песни Meek Is Murder - Black Lung

lungs
bad words
gasp for air
one day i'll breathe
until then i'll never know
what was the point of being bored
i'm in on the reality
i know i'm getting old
bad days
wanting to touch gold
the edge of your duality
the hope for something more or less
still breathing
hate, fear
a weakness or a strength
a source of broken promises
what gets you through the day by day
out of the mold
build it piece by piece
don't be left out in the cold again
still breathing
black lung