MANIFEST / TRACK 12
SAME AS
THEM.
Pain does not automatically prevent someone from passing pain forward.
01 / LISTEN
CHOOSE
YOUR DOOR.
Six official destinations. One song. No third-party landing page in the middle.
02 / THE SONG
HURT CAN WEAR
A SAINT’S FACE.
Same As Them is about the moment sympathy collides with recognition. Someone who spoke convincingly about the harm done to them eventually repeats the same pattern, turning an old wound into a wound handed to someone else.
The song does not stay in accusation. It steps away without needing to keep saying a name, carrying instead a harder lesson: suffering can explain behaviour without making that behaviour harmless.
You told me stories of the damage
How the world had done you wrong
How every hand that came too close
Had left you standing on your own
You spoke of wounds like they were sacred
Like pain had made you clean
But somewhere underneath your sorrow
There was something I should have seen
I listened when you cried
I believed the words you said
But truth has a quiet way
Of rising from the dead
You became the same as them
The ones you used to blame
You wore the hurt like holy fire
Then you passed along the flame
You became the same as them
When the mask fell to the ground
And all the pain you said you carried
Was the pain you handed out
You said your brother left you broken
Said betrayal had a face
Said the people all around you
Never knew the cost of grace
But you built your world from shadows
Made yourself the only light
And every time the truth got closer
You disappeared into the night
I don’t hate you for the ending
I just hate what I believed
I gave trust to a wounded story
And watched it turn on me
You became the same as them
The ones you used to blame
You wore the hurt like holy fire
Then you passed along the flame
You became the same as them
When the mask fell to the ground
And all the pain you said you carried
Was the pain you handed out
I won’t carry your excuses
I won’t dress your lies in truth
I won’t call it misunderstanding
When I saw the real you
Maybe you were hurt before me
Maybe that much was true
But pain does not make you holy
When it makes a thief of you
You became the same as them
And now I see it clear
All the stories, all the sorrow
Were just walls around your fear
You became the same as them
No more shadow, no more doubt
The wound you said the world had given
Was the wound you handed out
I don’t curse the road behind me
I don’t need to say your name
But when I think of what you showed me
I know hurt can wear a saint’s face
04 / THE CHAPTER
FROM THE FIRST
CHAPTER.
This song lives inside Manifest — the first chapter of LOUD 77, where identity, endurance, memory and the cost of carrying life are brought into the open.
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