Testo: Hollywood Undead. American Tragedy. Glory.

Welcome to the world you see
An AK with a couple magazines
So slaughter this, don't matter to me
Scatter the ashes over seven seas
That's sickness that feeling inside you
That's weakness, don't let it divide you
Keep this, that feeling of pride too
Digging up bones but you bury the truth
Children, hypocrisy, that's what I give
You can take it from me
If you don't we'll live to see one last act of tragedy
A mother's heart can make me humble
No life lost can make me stumble
Our empire will never crumble

We did it for the glory, the glory
Only the glory
We live and tell a story
It's our story... all for the glory

Bullets... begin to strip
A man of reason, he's a man of sin
The men of treason are the ones who live
They'll take what you got, what you got to give
Then pyre... a trial by fire
They're liars... like funeral pyres...
A letter to a mother from across the sea
Her son in a box buried beneath
For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee
For whom they saw when they put you to sleep
A deal with the devil is a deal with me
That deal is forever; as long as you breathe
Go forth child; make us proud
Honor is yours; underground
Know we love you, lay you down

We did it for the glory, the glory
Only the glory
We live and tell a story
It's our story... all for the glory

Nobody runs [x2]
Nobody runs or makes it out alive
Nobody runs [x2]
Nobody runs or makes it out alive

Hearts beating faster running to the front lines
Nobody runs or makes it out alive
Look up to Heaven as it rains from the sky
Nobody runs or makes it out alive

Out alive
Because we did it for the glory
Only the glory
We live and tell a story
It's our story... all for the glory

The glory
The glory
The glory
The glory
We did it for the glory
The glory
For the glory