Sycophant

Promise me the world
Assure my mind's at rest
Alleviate my worries
And keep me in line

Sycophants and basement dwellers
Circling for one last piece
Of who I am, and who I claim to be
I've got nothing left to give

Judgement from you
You realise that words have power
And judgement comes from those few
Who step inside to feast upon, what's left of me

What's left of me

Middle men who claim dominion
And tell me how to sing
I'm not your prodigy
I'm not something to mould
I just wanna be myself
You offer me your words
Like a cliché in the rain
Talking endless nonsense
Without considering
That you could just be wrong
It's just a thought



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Jones, Saxon Davids
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