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Cultural Decay

by Broken Lungs

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1.
1,2,3,4 go How do you sleep? Here’s a penny for your thoughts Money will always make us poor Our satisfaction cannot be bought Its insanity choosing profit over humanity Its insanity How do you sleep at night? When your apathy just aint right How do you sleep at night? By turning out the light Deny all of your crimes Hide behind a suit and a tie It’s the perfect disguise Destroying lives that don’t exist in your mind Another number that you forget Additional digits on your paycheck Profit to cover your eyes, wealth to make you blind Maybe it’s a sign of the times Being sick to death of being left behind We’re left with a mountain to climb Stuck in basecamp on a sharp incline We are sick to death of being left behind How do you sleep at night? When your apathy just aint right How do you sleep at night? By turning out the light If I had a penny for every slur I hear about millennials I could rent a better world We are sick to death We are sick to death, as we’re being left behind Brace for the avalanche By dismissing snowflakes Brace for the avalanche By accepting your fate We are sick to death with how we’ve regressed We are sick to death How do you sleep? How do you sleep? Maybe it’s a sign of the times Being sick to death of being left behind Sleepwalking towards the edge of a cliff Where the darkest blue matches the abyss We are sick to death of being left behind Sick to death
2.
Feeble hands meet stronger minds Lapping at the fangs, the tides they rise They feed with no hunger But meat is always the prize Doubled over they howl at the moon Stalking as prey, they know they’ll lose Unwelcome as thunder But as small as they were in the womb You’re a fucking disgrace Can’t you see you’re making a mistake? Cut out my tongue Feed it to the hounds Cut out my tongue Don’t let me make a sound No respect, you do as you please Sickly grins so full of sleaze Call off your hunt, you’re full of derision If you want to bite then expect to be bitten You’re a fucking disgrace Can’t you see you’re making a mistake? Cut out my tongue Feed it to the hounds Cut out my tongue Don’t let me make a sound Yeah, some teeth are made for ripping If you bite expect to be bitten We are We are armed to the teeth And we won’t stand for this fallacy We are armed to the teeth Where’s your fucking dignity? We are armed to the teeth You’re a fucking disgrace You’re a disgrace Feeble hands meet stronger minds Lapping at the fangs, the tides they rise They feed with no hunger But meat is always the prize Your bile doesn’t fall on deaf ears The eyes dart from your poisoned leers Call off your hunt, you’re full of derision If you want to bite then expect to be bitten
3.
I've got all my eggs in the same casket The whole of humanity is on my blacklist Because no matter how high your ivory tower You'll never stretch to your heaven You'll never stretch to your heaven I feel sick thinking about all the things you've ever done I've tried escaping your past but I just can’t seem to run I've tried to run I've tried to run When you're down in the gutter It doesn't matter Where you came from Soon enough You'll be living with the earthworms No time to squirm You'll be living with the earthworms Do you know what the worms will eat first? Head, shoulders, knees or toes Who fucking knows? Do you know what the worms will eat first? Fuck knows I don't know what the worms will eat first Head, shoulders, knees or toes Who fucking knows? You're just skin and bone I've got all my eggs in the same casket The whole of humanity is on my blacklist No matter how high your ivory tower It'll never stretch to your heaven No time to squirm I’ve tried to run I’ve tried to run When you're down in the gutter It doesn't matter Where you came from Soon enough You'll be living with the earthworms No time to squirm

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released March 8, 2019

Music by the band Broken Lungs

Broken Lungs are:
Nikolas Bullock - Guitar
Dan Hartman - Drums
Alex Dewhirst - Bass Guitar
Joe Jones - Vocals

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Jigsaw Studio

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Broken Lungs Birmingham, UK

Loud, fast noise from Birmingham, UK.

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