Dispatch

Put up your fists the time has come.
No count down from three to one.
As soon as eyes meet its time to rumble.
Times like these don’t leave hope if you fumble.

For passion is raw, and I’m on the edge.
Too far gone to give a solemn pledge.

Out on the deck with clouded eyes.
Surrounded on all sides by countless guys.
They all take a shot just cause they can.
My mind is in tatters near the edge of oblivion.
With my card marked the moment i spoke.
Upon this betrayal I was meant to choke.

Refusal has always been my form.
Rematch on the cards that have been torn!

Strike like a demon with fiery gaze.
Mind swimming in vicious rage.
Opponent falls quick for I am more.
Reborn like a phoenix waging future war!