He grips the handle of the weapon

Wondering if he should keep stepping

Stops for a second, and reckons

Wondering if he should go through with

Something he don't want anything to do with

Cause it's hard, living by the edge of the blade

He that wants the needle must head in the hay

So much last straws, and no last answers

Can't find any in none of his stances

So he looks for love in one night romances

Waltz like a pro with no swing in his dances

Searching for the meaning of life

While his sword just gleams in the light

Praying for an angel while there's only demons in sight

Hard pressed to take life, he knows what it's worth

But it's now second nature 'cause he forgot the first

And maybe that's why he hurts

Cause a samurai's pain is nothing to deal with

Issues of the heart compensating the steel with

But he still cries, moves flow like rivers of tears

Wondering what it feels like to live with the dead

Bloodstained hands from his own heart bleeding

Fire in his eyes but his soul stopped breathing

Needing

Something to hold, something to clutch

But we know for warriors there is no such

Thing, save hate and revenge

Mask of silence just to cover the stench

Out of non-existence comes the very reason to exist

But there's nothing left on the list for him to commit

So he gets down on his knees, asking for some god to hear his pleas