Death Champion

A man, greater than the game Or is he a pawn? He plays a sport He reaps the glory Bloody battles across the world Chanting fanatics Adoring women The rush of combat And thrill of the kill Noses broken, limbs destroyed Spiked pads and shattered spines They’ll kill for a goal Unless he kills first The corps don’t mind Unless you’re too good Mangled humans Deadweight obstacles He makes the final score King of the crowd King of the world