Echoes of yes, they mimic your rise Mirror your fire, but block the skies Grasp your thunder, but fear the fall Build their walls while you break them all Whispers cling, shadows bend Smiles that fade before they mend They chase your storm but never rain Hollow cheers, a borrowed gain Glasses raised, eyes turned away Sip your fire, keep the pay Plastic kings with fleeting crowns Echoed praise that drags you down Echoes of yes, they mimic your rise Mirror your fire, but block the skies Grasp your thunder, but fear the fall Build their walls while you break them all Paper words and shallow vows Step behind, never allow Trail your steps but skip the grind Want the fame, leave the climb Pointing fingers, never lend Empty hands, no line to send They dance in your shadow, plastic sheen Hollow kings of a muted scene Echoes of yes, they mimic your rise Mirror your fire, but block the skies Grasp your thunder, but fear the fall Build their walls while you break them all ♤♡◇♧
