Текст песни Food for Flies - Manifest

The high horse that I rode in on
They shot it in the gut
There'll be no convalescence
Time to get out of the rut
A conformist but I applied my own rules
A do-good-er when it came to my own good
But it's: back in line now
Bow for wood and stone, repent and...

The fly is circling
And now you're getting what you
Cannot handle
Cannot handle

It gets harder every minute
To face the solitude
Nothing left but my prescriptions
No power left to abuse
It came so suddenly the sickness and need
There'll be no cure no matter how much I plead
It's just: back in line now
Bow for wood and stone, repent and...

The fly is circling
And now you're getting what you
Cannot handle
Cannot handle

Down it goes and I realize I took more than I ever gave
Down it goes and to my surprise they won't remember me as brave
Down it goes, down it goes too late now to be saved
Down it goes, down it goes they will never call me brave