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the fallen faces are the singular proofs, it was ever alive This purchased rebellion has been out-bidded Denounced and rescinded and left to die Championless, championless, championless I begged you not to go I begged you, I pleaded Claimed you as my only hope And watched the floor as you retreated I begged you not to go I begged you, I pleaded Claimed 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perfect lie A slowly crafted monologue Conceding your defeat This purchased rebellion has been out-bidded Denounced and rescinded and left to die Championless, championless, championless I begged you not to go I begged you, I pleaded Claimed you as my only hope And watched the floor as you retreated I begged you not to go I begged you, I pleaded Claimed 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