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