The Good Fight

Consider the odds, consider the obvious

The martyr is meaningless

The campaign has died in the planning stages

And the fallen faces are the singular proofs, it was ever alive

This purchased rebellion has been out-bidded

Denounced and rescinded and left to die

Championless, championless, championless

I begged you not to go

I begged you,

I pleadedClaimed you as my only hope

And watched the floor as you retreated

I begged you not to go

I begged you,

I pleadedClaimed you as my only hope

And watched the floor as you retreated

Hope has sprung a perfect dive

A perfect day, a perfect lie

A slowly crafted monologue

Conceding your defeat

This purchased rebellion has been out-bidded

Denounced and rescinded and left to die

Championless, championless, championless

I begged you not to go

I begged you,

I pleadedClaimed you as my only hope

And watched the floor as you retreated

I begged you not to go

I begged you,

I pleadedClaimed you as my only hope

And watched the floor as you retreated

Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?

Basking in your victory, hollow and alone

When you boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who will listen

While you’re left with nothing tangible to gain