the same old fears

so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? a smile from veil? do you think you can tell ? and did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? hot ashes for trees? hot air for a cool breeze? cold comfort for change? and did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? how i wish, how i wish you were here. we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl - year after year, running over the same old ground. what have you found? the same old fears..