Текст песни As Cities Burn - Empire

And I was a middle son,
between two wayward ones
I was more deserving of my parents love

I had an angels smile,
hiding a vultures bite
I had no use for your redeeming blood

Aren't I glory, glorious?

Glory, glorious
Aren't we glory, glorious?
Aren't we worthy, worthy of hearts at our feet?

Cause I was a pharisee,
I never saw my need for grace;
Then your love came to me
stood next to mine, and I saw that I was poor

Show me I was poor
Show us we are,
show us we are

Glory, glorious
We are glory, glorious
Not from what good we have done
but from being the least [x2]

Glory, glorious
Oh, I don't know how I was made

My heaven tower sways atop their fleeting praise
God, I don't know how I was made

Glory, glorious
Are we glory, glorious?
Are we worthy, worthy of hearts at our feet?
Glory, glorious
We are glory, glorious
not from what we've done,
but being the least

I was a wicked one