Bushido : The Path of the Warrior

Dying heart and the rhythm of war
Coughs of the lungs, breaking out of the core
bring their blood to a rolling boil
red is the color of this no-mans soil
red is the color of this no-mans soil

I know there won't be an escape
from this path of war,
when nobody suffers on this god-forsaken shore

i know, i don't want to be that guy,
so i kill, i kill, watch young children die

People, people, criticize, disconnected, cold as ice
the eclipse of nothing wise, feeding from the little lies,
starving from the lack of love, not surviving this catastrophe

Drugs in constant overdose, despair is the only choice,
be so kind, give that rose, Name the child before it goes,
starving from the lack of love, not surviving this catastrophe