Recording Artist, Music Production
Victims Of Praise
Familiar faces
sometimes they don’t seem the same
something’s different
or is it maybe I have changed
Consequences creep up, come out,
when least expected ring me out
if you knew
would you be the same
I need a drink sometimes
it seems I think too much
is it worth the cost
a worthwhile fight or a dream to scratch
Will you stand your ground when the ghosts come out
kill the sandman root him out
if you knew
would you be the same
You are me and I am you
freedom lost, the hype’s untrue
differences in constant change
is all
You and me what can we do
freedom lost I feel for you
differences if they don’t change
we fall
victims of praise
sometimes I sink into the deep
and rise up strong
cut down to size
and to my surprise the pressure’s gone
I feel free like pouring rain
what lies beneath is a peaceful flame
if you knew
would you be the same
You are me and I am you
freedom lost, the hype’s untrue
differences in constant change
is all
You and me what can we do
freedom lost I feel for you
differences if they don’t change
we fall
victims of praise