Glory
I was born when they took my nameWhen the world turned wickedWhen I joined their gameBut I turned and fought themLike you always knew I'd do
I sat and dreamed at the foot of your bedYou split my skull and reached inside my headAnd pulled out the pictures I'd been wishing I'd forgetAnd you stitched me up thenAnd wiped the blood from off my chin
Now I sit on the rooftop's edgeThe muddy street beneath my swollen headTrying to forget youTo believe we've never met
And the sky is wrecked, full of rotting cloudsFrom chimney mouths spewing smoke aroundAnd I can't stop coughingMy lungs just won't calm downBut still I keep grinningAs the blood from my face stains the ground
A bird, caught in the wiresBleating for help I can't provideI'm not that bigI hope for the best but nothing changesI'm sorry
But I was blessed with bad eyesThere's a lot that I miss but I don't mindI'm not that oldI'll find out what broke me soon enough