I'll meet you in the yellow my friend
Probably not in the gray
Despite hundreds of years of arguing
Just as well, no one was listening anyhow
Hopefully the next generation
Will be too fine for the enemy to pick apart

You are the glue between the two
You are the glue between the two

Octoquadroids won't fly in the next millennia
So here we are pitted head to head
In the arena that has historically separated us most
And yet now it draws us together
And you and I know
Regardless of what the skeptics say
That it is not submission or petiteness that draws us in

You are the glue between the two
You are the glue between the two