Steve Tranter’s The Dark Side of Fame by GM Jon

How could anyone blame us If we wanna be famous You’ve the whole world to gain But here’s the trouble with fame He snakes into your soul By stealth or by chance whispering false vows He leads you a dance Yes, fame, the false prophet Knows no limitation He deludes and torments While he steals aspiration Oh! The dark side of fame! They might worship your name But you’ll not be the same On the outward bound train This killer of truth A treacherous beast brings transient gifts And allows you to feast But beware the dark cousins Who lie in wait The stalking assassins Of fame and fate Oh! The promise of fame! They might worship your name But you might think again On the outward bound train He presents a cracked mirror To distort what you see And destroys the memory Of the times you were free When success comes too soon It might bring devastation  For the long honeymoon Can have no consummation Oh! The dark side of fame! They might worship your name But you’ll not be the same On the outward bound train Yes, fame, the false prophet Knows no limitation He’ll delude and torment And steal aspiration Then fame creeps away For he has no heart He takes down the idols Or tears them apart Oh! The promise of fame! Yes, they might worship your name But you’ll never be the same On that outward bound train