Victim To Yourself Songtext

You're a subject to the same lucid pressures as the rest of us.
Excuses all aside, you know you're just lame.

And you know he's right behind you,
And you know he's on your back.
You can't stand your cross behaviour,
It's bringing you down.

Sat in front of the box, three litres at your side,
You know you'll end up wasted, this happens all the time.
But you all know what it's like, you've all been down this road,
The second litre kicks in, you lose self control.

It's time to get yourself off the floor, put both feet on the ground.
You moan but you know you're a victim to yourself,
You're a subject to the same lucid pressures as the rest of us.
Excuses all aside, you know you're just lame.

And you know he's right behind you,
And you know he's on your back. You can't stand your cross behaviour,
It's bringing you down.

How can you believe in something so cynical,
In constant pursuit to be the worst you can be?
(The worst you can be.)
You lose your foothold and pull the walls down,
The fool that breaks your fall will never get back up.

No, you'll never get back up. (No, you'll never get back up.)

How can you believe in something so cynical,
In constant pursuit to be the worst you can be?
(The worst you can be.)
You lose your foothold and pull the walls down,
The fool that breaks your fall will never get back up.