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 embracing nothing now

So where were 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

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