Black Lung Skyline

Smokestacks coughin' up the dawn again. Skyline painted in a bruised blue stain.

We clock in under lights that flicker, breathin' dust that makes your heart

beat quicker . They say the war is over, but the air

still fights. Every breath a battle in the neon nights. This is the

black lung skyline, chokin' on the past, where the future's just a rumor

and the present never lasts. Raise a glass to the workers who never made

it home. Gagarin's got a heartbeat carved in rust and stone.

Posters peelin' off the walls like scabs. Old guild logos on the shippin'