One day the five of us are coming from the stars. The torture that we faced at May of the Skies. It was a treasure to discover such a high. Who will come out on top in this battle? We turn sour, our goalies they count. And that how we all overpowered. Now can't you see? I quintet, all agree. We'll break up, we'll not fall. Cuts of you. Land down balls to perform this next verse for Wind the Towel. Or else you'll get hurt. All of the boss can't compare to me. I'll bring your loss watching it with Glee. The coat of contact today banned my defeat. Assisted by the sound of the sick beat. What's upon a time I was nice and neat. But I made that doubters. Absolutely. What did you really want from here? My friend, did you come here just to Apre and put the signal Apre, but my God, give it up a tipster. In the end, is it me just the trouble. But we shall bet how to make it double. Roll the dice, sagger, attack, smith, music's my vice, flung in the abyss. But I'd be nice. Now you are, and mispaying the price for your hubris. Did you mind some the house? One, two, three, four. But I would just bow down, looking who's become the clown. Then we'd be treated, me, me, me, me, from, but I never banked down. The bust would be so proud to see the leader that they made out of me. Oh, Cassie, O'Pia, will you hear our plea? Tell me what did you expect? As the monster neck and neck, I'll swallow my pride, if you can't ever respect. The one of us may fall, my allies answer the call. And we'll see your downfall.