My Iron Lung.
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday.
You don't mean it.
But it hurts like hell.
My brain says I'm receiving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
Too cynical to speak
BUILD GOD, THEN WE WILL TALK.
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