[Intro] Spit blood, reset. (Let's go) [Verse 1] Spit the copper out and bite the guard, Leather hit the chin but I hit back hard. Vision turning red but the legs stay set, Never took a step that I ever regret. Pulse in the ears like a kick drum beat, Burning up the canvas under heavy feet. Instinct running on a pure red line, Smashing through the clock when I run out of time. Hands up quick on the guard double high, Counter on the slip as the strike goes by. Sweat in the eye but I don't break stance, Giving every devil in the pit one chance, Muscle memory taking total command. [Chorus] Standing in the center when the battle line shines, (We don't bow down) Taking every hit and I reclaim what's mine, (We don't drop down) Bite down hard, feel the rush in the blood, Dragging every enemy right through the mud. (Bring it on down) [Verse 2] Swallow down the pain, let the adrenaline bleed, Driven by the chaos and a dark black need. Sweat dripping heavy on the leather on wood, Stood up straight where nobody else stood. Heavy blow dodged with a roll to the right, Living for the damage in a brutal fight. Knees might buckle but the head stays clear, Feeding on the pressure and the enemy fear. Snapping back fast with a three-punch burst, Drinking up the agony to quench this thirst. Reflex sharp like a razor blade track, Pushed to the edge but I ain't turning back, Automatic violent response on attack. [Chorus] Standing in the center when the battle line shines, (We don't bow down) Taking every hit and I reclaim what's mine, (We don't drop down) Bite down hard, feel the rush in the blood, Dragging every enemy right through the mud. (Bring it on down) [Bridge] Break them down, Pure reflex now, No mercy, No backing out, Instinct takes over, Bite the wire. (Burn it down) [Chorus] Standing in the center when the battle line shines, (We don't bow down) Taking every hit and I reclaim what's mine, (We don't drop down) Bite down hard, feel the rush in the blood, Dragging every enemy right through the mud. (Bring it on down) [Outro] Final round over, Still on my feet. (Unbroken) Never admit defeat.
