Black dust sinks in
Between the floorboards, into my bloodstream
It's taken root in our homes and our lungs
Every second, on the tip of my tongue
Black dust
Inhale and burn your lungs
This cold air hangs like a disease
And leaves the taste of rot on your teeth

Breathe it in, let it hit again

Trading bibles for pamphlets, church pews for waiting rooms
Taking communion as a slow drip straight to my cut veins
If the gospel is small and round and blue then call me a disciple
Trade life for fading comfort, call it a revival

A generation predisposed
To bloodshot eyes and broken homes
Breath it in, let it sink in

Generations predisposed
To circling vultures with siren songs
Take a deep breath, it tastes so sweet

Pill-blue faces
Filling the graves that you dug
Blood-stained profits
Inhale the black dust from our lungs
A label written in greed, masking a government-sanctioned eulogy

[Spoken]
Watching my loved ones sink deeper into manufactured bliss
If this is utopia, then I'd rather embrace the pain

If this is utopia, then I'd rather embrace the pain