Black Lung Testo

black lung, darkness looks like rain
tree top, the flowers grown are green
speak clear, children are the same
language denies it

skylark, too dusty to see
the sky light in front of me
alone, it's not the only thing
crying a tear
there is a hole in the sky
there is a hole in the sky
there is a hole in the sky
there is a hole in the sky
we are all rising