Ian Mosley - King lyrics

How long can you stand Tightening up Avoiding the fight Avoiding the truth Tighten the smile Tighten the lie Will you get what you want To be cursed with your dreams I hope for your sake Something gets in the way How long can you stand Living under the lens The kiss of success The ensuing, all consuming, mess Message of love They arrive everyday People you touch Wasting away People you don't know Give you no choice And you're sick to your stomach At the sound of your voice And the shape of your face And the sound of your name They send you pictures of yourself It's someone you don't know And they call you a genius Cause you're easier to sell But the fire in your belly That gave you the songs Is suddenly gone And you feel like a fake Is that what you want? I hope for your sake You've got what it takes You've got what it takes To be spoilt to d**h