| Sunrays slice through the smoke
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| Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke
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| Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
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| Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old
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| Sunrays slice through the smoke
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| Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke
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| Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
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| Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old
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| Ay, how’s it going, alright?
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| I’ve just been battered by a samurai
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| Woke up without an arm
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| And a big gap in my memory
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| My head is spinning
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| Feel like I’ve been necking ketamine
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| I mean, did you ever wake up in a stranger’s bed
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| With a prosthetic limb?
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| Losing an arm’s confusing and I’m maladjusted
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| So I use a katana to slice you like bananas in custard
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| Thrusted through guts, this weapon with which I’ve been entrusted
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| It’s getting redder and redder but never rusted
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| It’s just encrusted with blood, pus, S&B mustard
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| My butter knife abusing every substance, never busted
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| Bloodlust, id destructive disgust prigs
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| Who are like «you can’t discuss this», I just did
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| Can’t find my acts inscribed inside historical manuscripts
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| But you can’t deny the wolf with one arm had a hand in this
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| Fuck Ramesses, fuck your God and what he demands of us
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| Look on my works and weep, it’s frank to see I’m Ozymandias
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| Osmanthus chrysanthemums, lavender carry a threat
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| They tell you you’re my next puppet, reluctant marionette
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| Parry and pirouette, poised to steal your breath
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| A cigarette, a silhouette, experiencing a second sudden death
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| Sunrays slice through the smoke
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| Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke
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| Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
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| Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old
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| Sunrays slice through the smoke
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| Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke
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| Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
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| Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old
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| It’s so cold out, why are the fragile flowers flourishing?
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| You’d be surprised to find that frozen blood is hella nourishing
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| The pinwheel spins, you reveal your skin’s real thin
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| Too scared to avenge your kin from fear though fear is an inbuilt thing
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| You’ve got to seize it and mold it and shape it to your will
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| Fear is an energy you tame and train it through your skill
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| Every day through perspiration leaving you fulfilled
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| Changing the steepest gradient mountain ranges to molehills
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| It’s like when Morpheus gave you two small pills
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| You can stay safe with the blue one or choose a truth more trill
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| But if you refuse to prove your feudal zeal
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| My blade will fill your belly to the hilt like New York grill
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| Feel my blade mess up the side of your face
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| Like Gaz from Supergrass, your stupid ass lying in state, mourned only by
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| Susuki grass
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| A hollow borrowed sorrow so I’ll grant you a new horror
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| Grab you and stab you into tomorrow with kuro’s kusabimaru
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| Can you cut a man through like bamboo without a thank you?
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| Damn, douche, every day these fresh flows go over your head, sh&oo
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| There can only be one shinobi at once, as OP as Obi Wan Kenobi
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| 'Cause once he totes his wand he goes, «See, no, a onesie’s not a kimono»
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| A momentary loss of focus is a costly mistake
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| 'Cause shinobi versus dragon ninja? |
| There’s more than lost profits at stake
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| What will it take to make you topple and break your poise?
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| You’re like a toddler when I break your toys, yeah, make some noise
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| Sunrays slice through the smoke
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| Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke
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| Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
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| Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old
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| Sunrays slice through the smoke
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| Fires blaze o’er men killed in one stroke
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| Curved blades separate the flesh from soul
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| Moulds break, tales are told in paper plays of old |