Watching from the sidelines as mist gathers round
Filling the room with moisture like rain falling down
Staring into the losers eyes as he gasps for air
Watching the winner make it sure with just one more kick
Blood joining with the water to flow down the drain
Sickness fighting with fascination
He'll drink that water the next day
Then the staffers are there, pulling them apart
The winner hustled away to the arms of his army
The loser quickly cleaned up,
Others ushered on
Saw the coldness in his eyes, but wouldn't believe it
They're just boys… right?