Herbrightskies - Black Lungs & Dollar Signs

The sky hangs from its last thread,
and we're all scared, but I feel brave.
I bleed from my mouth for a lost cause,
but it's my willing sacrifice.

The kids draw death on the asphalt
as the office man walks by,
with his eyes stitched tight
and his heart clogged up.
The rain I catch in my hands
burns through the skin,
down to the bones.
Burns through the skin,
down to the bones.

Cheer on, another year we survived.
Cheer on, another ghost across the sky.
Cheer on, another year we survived.
Cheer on, another ghost across the sky. And I figure you in the back of an ambulance,
or gasping for air in a waiting room somewhere.
And I can't help but to think
you're dead ten years from now,
but so am I.
At least my words march on
and all you'll be is a name
scribbled on eroded tombstone.
And all you'll be is nothing but a name.

Cheer on, another year we survived.
Cheer on, another ghost across the sky.
Cheer on, another year we survived.
Cheer on, 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 & dollar signs.
Black lungs & dollar signs.