[Pre-Game Ritual Pulse]

Yo, the joysticks glow, the server's a mess,

Division Three's calling, put me to the test.

One more loss and it's curtains, a digital fall,

Mbappé’s through again, man, I'm bricking it all!

[Tactical Tango Break]

My keeper's a sieve, my defenders are statues,

Their Ginola's flying, dodging all my values.

Press high? Nah, they're passing the ball 'round my zone,

Tiki-taka torture, never leave me alone!

[Anxiety Swell]

Heartbeat on the rhythm, controller's getting hot,

Every missed tackle, every misfired shot.

This ain't no friendly, this is the main event,

Trying to stay Gold One, my sanity's spent!

[Glitch Hop Drop]

Ping spikes hitting harder than a late-game tackle,

My players turn to glaciers, facing pure debacle.

"Scripted!" I scream, to the empty room I shout,

My keeper just fumbled, there's no way he's out!

[Mid-Match Meltdown Riff]

Weekend League horror, the ambition just fades,

When every opponent has a team of parades.

CR7, Gullit, all untradeable kings,

While my backline's rocking some bronze-tier things!

[Emotional Overload Solo - distorted synth]

89th minute, a penalty's given,

My rage quit finger, it's just heaven-driven.

The pause menu mocks me, a pixelated smile,

Another season ended, in virtual denial.

[Anthemic Outro Chord Progression]

Still grinding D3, a true survivor's tale,

Against the odds, against the lag, I shall prevail!

My bronze left back's heart, it beats with pure fire,

This digital struggle, taking me higher… or lower.

[Echoing Fade-Out]