His guilt quickens the pace of his feet,
His heart is where his judge lives,
"Guilty. Guilty. You are fucking guilty"

Cans of beer lie at his feet
Weed in his hand, his face is a blank story
"Water, water, I need water"

She struggles to get to her feet,
He's hit her once, he will hit her again
"You fucking bitch, I hate you"

Stay strong, don't give in to defeat
Be true, stare at the enemy not your feet
Raise your voice, stamp your feet
"Victory, victory, only victory"