Verse 1:

gasping for breath
reaching and failing
to find the feeling
or the death
of wanting
and haunting
something is missing
something thats mighty
i’ll tell you what it is.

Chorus:
glory. or death.
slumming.
or coming.
to fill us with your dying breath.

verse 2:
setting some goals.
winning and spinning
turning mountains into mole hills.
playing you against them
and us against all
the slickest and quickest
are usually the first to fall.



Chorus:
glory. or death.
slumming.
or coming.
to fill us with your dying breath.


Bridge:
and so i look to you
but i dont want the truth
i just want my wallet full
and think you might know how
some kind of mystery
hiding behind misery
a ship without a rudder
will sail straighter than me

verse 3:
my hero is here
the mighty the meek the
one that wipes the tears
broken we’re whole
emptied to full
lost and then found
i dont care how else it is.