Get up, head down
And soldier on
Son
Hatred becomes you
Like a charm
My moral compass are you not?
I'll bat for you
You'll fend for all
Gear up, get down
And soldier on
Son

Lay off, enough congratulation
Your nemesis is gaining ground
The highlight of your education
We'll praise your name
And crush you down
Gear up, fear not his retribution
Bearing the guilded camisole