This air is not worth breathing
Just pump my iron lung
Help me breathe
In the haze of our scarcity
Cause it's all playing out to a crowd
With backs turned to the sound
Of sirens singing samsaric nothings
That can't interweave
With lives worth living and giving you
Ammunition that you claim to need
Just pray my heart stops beating
This air is not worth breathing
The fuming and the seething
This air is not worth breathing
The prodigal son is teething
This air is not worth breathing
My iron lung is bleeding
This air is not worth breathing
I am a paper man
Make me steel
So I melt while you're burning
Cause the crowd is everyone you endowed
With noble lies that you plowed
Into the field to fuel your fate and fall
Where we feed
The life we're living is giving me
Ammunition to burn and salt the field
Just pray my heart stops beating
This air is not worth breathing
The fuming and the seething
This air is not worth breathing
The prodigal son is teething
This air is not worth breathing
My iron lung is bleeding
This air is not worth breathing
My iron lung is bleeding
Ethel Shank - Me and My Iron Lung Lyrics
Ethel Shank - Me and My Iron Lung Lyrics
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This air is not worth breathing
Just pump my iron lung
Help me breathe
In the haze of our scarcity
Cause it's all playing out to a crowd
With backs turned to the sound
Of sirens singing samsaric nothings
That can't interweave
With lives worth living and giving you
Ammunition that you claim to need
Just pray my heart stops beating
This air is not worth breathing
The fuming and the seething
This air is not worth breathing
The prodigal son is teething
This air is not worth breathing
My iron lung is bleeding
This air is not worth breathing
I am a paper man
Make me steel
So I melt while you're burning
Cause the crowd is everyone you endowed
With noble lies that you plowed
Into the field to fuel your fate and fall
Where we feed
The life we're living is giving me
Ammunition to burn and salt the field
Just pray my heart stops beating
This air is not worth breathing
The fuming and the seething
This air is not worth breathing
The prodigal son is teething
This air is not worth breathing
My iron lung is bleeding
This air is not worth breathing
My iron lung is bleeding
Just pump my iron lung
Help me breathe
In the haze of our scarcity
Cause it's all playing out to a crowd
With backs turned to the sound
Of sirens singing samsaric nothings
That can't interweave
With lives worth living and giving you
Ammunition that you claim to need
Just pray my heart stops beating
This air is not worth breathing
The fuming and the seething
This air is not worth breathing
The prodigal son is teething
This air is not worth breathing
My iron lung is bleeding
This air is not worth breathing
I am a paper man
Make me steel
So I melt while you're burning
Cause the crowd is everyone you endowed
With noble lies that you plowed
Into the field to fuel your fate and fall
Where we feed
The life we're living is giving me
Ammunition to burn and salt the field
Just pray my heart stops beating
This air is not worth breathing
The fuming and the seething
This air is not worth breathing
The prodigal son is teething
This air is not worth breathing
My iron lung is bleeding
This air is not worth breathing
My iron lung is bleeding
Writer: Ben Russell, Dominic Lacalamita
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Ethel Shank
Language: English
Length: 4:58
Written by: Ben Russell, Dominic Lacalamita