The frustration I’d built up was gone without a sound.
I woke up from my paranoia
I’ve had so many ridiculous dreams
It’s okay to be immature
Get down Get down
Watch out, man
It’s a no-holds-barred bout
What story will your rusted fist tell?
Maybe it’s a tomorrow you’re still unable to see
Aim for the future you heart’s voice calls for
With past hopes in your heart, go on and don’t look back
I’ll show you my strongest blow
Follow me… the game begins.
Even the sweat that clings to me
Is swept away
Getting swept up in winning or losing
Is so boring, isn’t it?
Bow down Bow down
It’s not enough
Be prepared
With your fist clenched tight
Raise it up to the sky
You can draw the ending with your own two hands
There’s more than just one way, so believe it and go on
I’m about to fall to my knees
Don’t let the feeling of disgust crush you
Rise up again and again
Make even solitude your ally
And go your own way
What story will your rusted fist tell?
Maybe it’s a tomorrow you’re still unable to see
Aim for the future you heart’s voice calls for
With past hopes in your heart, go on and don’t look back