I’m orchestrating pocket-sized revenge
My soldier left the battlefield this morning
Surrender time is sending nerves to stage
To make a final step to plastic glory
Offending is a crime when you’re mild
And far from crime as long as not accepted
Dissatisfied my solder never smiled
He made a word protection for neglected
But once he lost his mind and crossed the line
Destroyed the rules and dirty regulations
He beat opponent in his crippled spine
Thus twisted well-prepared expectations
This time he left the field with bloodless face
He needed to recover reputation
Dissatisfied he lived and cursed the days
And now his beast is saved from fight starvation