The pounding thrill
The thrilling pound
Another day
Another chance to escape
Only one way out
To the stadium
Enveloped in the sphere
I can still hear the crowds screaming my name
Over and over again
I may never be my father
But I am myself
And loved by these people
A dream born and a dream broken
Up into the sky then back down again
Apocalypse is coming soon
Destroying it all
My home
My dream
My world
There is nothing I can do now
But fall
