Glory

I was born when they took my name

When the world turned wicked

When I joined their game

But I turned upon them

Like you always knew I'd do

I sat and dreamed at the foot of your bed

Split my skull and reached inside my head

Pulled out the pictures and wished that I'd forget

But you stitched me up then

Wiped the blood from off my chin

Now I sit on the rooftop's edge

The muddy street beneath my swollen head

Trying to forget you

To believe we've never met

And the sky is wrecked full of rotting clouds

From chimney mouths spewing smoke around

And I can't stop coughing

My lungs just won't calm down

But still I keep grinning

As the blood from my face stains the ground

A bird caught in the wires

Bleating for help I can't provide I'm not that big

I hope for the best but nothing changes I'm sorry

But I was blessed with bad eyes

There's a lot that I miss but I don't mind

I'm not that old

I'll find out what broke me soon enough