I can't take it lying down.  His hands around my throat, strangling me. 

I can't throw in the towel.  My name in euphoric chants, spectators hailing me.

I can't give in to doubt . When I've made it so far to finding me. 

I don't want to.  So I give in to the dark matter. 

Let its mass provide the strength to kick this pervert in the groin.

Let its mass flare my bloody nostrils, give power  to my sore limbs to hurl this Champion over the wrestling ring. 

Let its mass kick some sense into me.  And let this provoked anger, save me once again.