(Intro – driving drum fill, distorted guitar feedback)

Feet set. Eyes cold.

Net's up. Let's roll.

(Verse 1)

Another serve cuts through the air

Like a blade you didn't dare

To step in front of. But here you stand

With sweat and fire in your hands

The crowd's just noise, the lights are mean

This is the dirtiest kind of clean

(Pre-chorus)

You wanna float? You wanna hide?

There's no bench for the weak inside

The floor is lava, the pass is fate

One breath to kill it — don't be late

(Chorus)

WE DIG! WE SWING! WE CRUSH THE FLOOR!