Paper Tigers

I was the center of a carousel
I was immune to the circumstance
I felt the high of a sugar pill
Styrofoam plates with American flags

If difference isn't danger, familiar isn't safe
What is going home to a place that's been debased
I'm debased
Debased
There's no going home

Aging pages, thinning people
Chance free-will, molded motivations
Conditioning that is standing on a crumbling foundation
Stories telling people
Stories telling people

If difference isn't danger, familiar isn't safe
What is going home to a place that's been debased
I'm debased
Debased
There's no going home

I hate me the sound of liars
I hate me the paper tigers
I hate the desperate cling of cowards passed down like religion
Their stories whispered in my ear at night
Blurry stripes - it's overwhelming

Let me live a lie, familiar isn't safe
No going home. I hate this place
I am this place

There's no going home



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Hornyak
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