Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
Anything goes when it's a game of trust
And it unfolds into a pile of dust
As the wind blows, spreading the splintered rust
The mind folds - turning a face to pain
Half are scared and half are stupid
Half aware that halves are useless
Half a stare can be abusive
And then the face folds - trying to blame someone
When it's gone, it's done - there's none
The silent score - it's down to one
Loneliness can be like a frozen sun
And then her arms fold - trying to comfort me
This is my story
It's for glory
Remember where you came from and what you've gone through
Don't feel sorry
It's for glory
There's a difference in where you're headed and where you're going to
For glory
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