Lights off, doors are locked Gone for good the black and gold Stadium for hire Raindrops and tears fall Holding kits of past heroes Hearts die from the pain
Black mist falls again, Warm Golden Shower rains down, For fans, more of same. [Dammit, I promised myself I would make it through a couple games this year before I let it get to me this bad.]
Imposter, don't fret Optomistic every year See where it gets us Dear Lord the season needs to start soon.