Glory کے بول

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 rooftop's edge Muddy street beneath my swollen head Trying to forget you But we've never met And the sky is ripped from the flying clouds The chimneys' 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 Pleading 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 missed but I don't mind, I'm not that old I'll find out what broke me soon enough