Spirit Leaves

What goes around Belongs to cowards What comes around Might force you under Who sets the measures that we cower to? Was never me and it should not be you I was reaching out for something Just more than they’ll allow I was reaching out for one thing Embracing nothing now A gracious host Does not await us The scorn of most A mighty chorus Just as oppressive as our nemesis What venue left for real grievances? When you come to doubt it I can do without it Just get used to it somehow Nothing new can come of this Better days my catalyst I’m еmbracing nothing now So where werе you when this meant something? On the deathbed, in the womb? Now we’re no better than our nemesis I always knew that it would come to this