Glorious

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