Glorious - Damon Johnson

Everything has exploded;

its burned up in our hands

So many things we’ve said and done, who could understand?

How could we know this was fatal?

Ignoring truth or consequences

Soaring higher like birds of prey

But flying closer to the flame

We are the fallen children

Always gonna get our way

We are the last of our kind

No one stands in our way

We cannot be more glorious

As we run away from pain

We’ve written books in our blood

That you can’t erase

Don’t talk about what you believe

Don’t tell me it’s alright

So many demons in our heads

Keeps us up at night (every night)

Always screaming out our name

We are the fallen children

Always gonna get our way

We are the last of our kind

No one stands in our way

We cannot be more glorious

In the depths we will fall

Come and join us tonight

We can have it all