The Sermon III

Get up come on is that all that you've got?!

Your chances exhausted before even taking a shot

But you are out of your league, you float with no sting

Your corner slowly empties while the lonely bell rings

Too busy taking revenge instead of repaying those who've helped

And you weep as you realize your opponent was yourself

Watch your dreams fade away without fame or renown

Like ashes to ashes, They All Fall Down