Glorious #1 - Remy Zero

All alone in the traffic

All sense of the game is long gone

Mouth twisted up and lips like coal

Tired of spinning you get anything you want

We don't have to be lovers

We don't have to be friends for no one

Black souls in the desert

Heads spinning you get anything you want

I'm back down to the glorious

My prints all over the smoking gun

Back down to the glorious

All lines to the living are now undone

Back down to the glorious

Her fingers felt like a fire

Her skin's shifting

The words are so clear

Left a burning desire

One flash will get you anything you want

I'm back down to the glorious

My prints all over the smoking gun

Back down to the glorious

All lines to the living are now undone

Back down to the glorious

I'm back down to the glorious

My prints all over the smoking gun

Back down to the glorious

All lines to the living are now undone

Back down to the glorious

Back down to the glorious

Back down to the glorious