Is everything alright or are we lost inside
It's really hard to say cause our ears are ringin'
So many things we've done, they'll never understand
But how could we know this was fatal
To fly close 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 grace
We've written books with our blood
That can't be erased
Glorious....
We hear the crashing sounds of truth and consequence
When all our lives, we can't stop from blamin'
The demons in our heads
They keep us up at night (every night)
Always screaming out our names
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 grace
We've written books with our blood
That can't be erased
Glorious....