Lyrics Lungs - Belako
Our
living
room
is
filled
with
smoke
From
last
thursday's
inaugural
ball
My
bronchus
are
too
bunged
up
The
old
curtains
smell
like
hell
And
my
clothes
are
soaking
sweat
All
of
our
friends
were
in
trouble
It
seemed
like
a
good
time
to
waste
our
brains
Feed
me
with
poison
or
smash
my
head
to
the
wall
That
way
I
will
finally
rest
I
used
to
love
having
people
around
Chatting,
smoking,
getting
drunk
I
used
to
care
about
how
I
looked
Watch
my
composure
all
night
through
But
I
don't
feel
that
way
no
more
It
doesn't
feel
fair,
not
at
all
Our
living
room
is
filled
with
smoke
From
last
thursday's
inaugural
ball
My
bronchus
are
too
bunged
up
The
old
curtains
smell
like
hell
And
my
clothes
are
soaking
sweat
And
my
clothes
are
soaking
sweat
I
used
to
love
having
people
around
Chatting,
smoking,
getting
drunk
I
used
to
care
about
how
I
looked
Watch
my
composure
all
night
through
But
I
don't
feel
that
way
no
more
It
doesn't
feel
fair,
not
at
all
Secret
messages
from
above
That
talk
of
gatherings
and
open
doors
No
happy
hour
tonight
we
close
Our
heads
are
aching
our
stomachs
burst
Rusted
lugs,
damaged
throats
I'm
afraid
this
can't
get
worse
Bodies
and
house
are
decomposed
All
of
our
friends
were
in
trouble
It
seemed
like
a
good
time
to
waste
our
brains
Feed
me
with
poison
or
smash
my
head
to
the
wall
That
way
I
will
finally
rest
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