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