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Glory (Original)
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Glory (Original) was released on June 25, 2026 by puyol as a part of the album Golden Boy (Original) - EP
June 25, 2026
Labelpuyol
LanguageEnglish
BPM66
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

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Lyrics

I chased the glory like a drunk chases a streetlight
Stumbled through the alleys where the
Holy and the heathen meet at midnight
Had my hands on a Bible and my tongue on a lie
Told the congregation I was fine while the rot grew inside
Every Sunday a performance, hallelujah, watch me fake it
By Monday morning, back to habits that my mother said would break me
Glory on the billboards, sins in the basement
God in my headphones while I made a dirty payment
I wanted heaven's credit with hell's curriculum
Wanted the crown but refused the sanctimonious minimum
Fasted for a season but the hunger never left
Just got better at hiding, better at the theft
Not of money but of meaning, stole the light to keep the dark fed
Told myself, "At least you're honest," while I lied inside my own head
Glory and ashes, that's the deal I made
Reached for the light but the shadows stayed
Wanted the trumpet, got the tambourine
Wanted the kingdom, got the in-between
Glory and ashes, same coin, two sides
Every saint I know has a sinner's alibi
One night I knelt in a parking lot behind a dive bar
Liquor on my breath and a scar on my
Heart the size of my father's absence
I looked up at the stars, cold, indifferent, massive
And said, "God, if You're real, I'm the worst thing You made
Or the best thing You're still trying to save—either way, I'm afraid"
No lightning struck, no choir sang
Just a siren in the distance and the smell of a grease trap
But something in my chest unclenched just a fraction
Just a crack where the light could slip past
And I realized glory ain't the absence of the sin
It's the moment you stop hiding where you've been
I still stumble, still bargain, still play with dirty hands
Still want the credit without paying all the demands
But the saints I used to envy? They're just ghosts with better PR
The real glory is the getting up, broken, bleeding, still a star
From the gutter where you kissed your own worst parts goodnight
It shows the morning anyway, even though you lost the fight
Glory's not perfection
Glory's not the price
Glory's the sound of a sinner finally opening their eyes
Written by: ABEL VICTOR, Alex batti, kadilo karen
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