There's a humming in the restless summer air,
and we're slipping off the course that we prepared,
but in all chaos, there is calculation.
Dropping glasses just to hear them break,
you've been drinking like the world was gonna end.
(It didn't.)
Took a shiner from the fist of your best friend.
(Go figure.)
It's clear that someone's gotta go,
we mean it but I promise, we're not mean.

And the cry goes out,
they lose their minds for us
and how it plays out.
Now we're in the ring,
and we're coming for blood.

You could try and take us,
but we're the gladiators.
Everyone a rager,
but secretly they're saviors.
Glory and gore go hand in hand,
That's why we're making headlines.
You could try and take us,
but victory's contagious.