Stare at the wicked smile.
the explosives she throws and torture devices she uses,
she'll kill her prince charming,
and dash off into the night.
To her life is just unfair.
On the ledge stands a samurai with a sword in her belt,
she watches upon the scene.
The killer watches to see her stand upon her back,
and this fight was what the samurai would mean.
To kill the maniac killer and all the evil in the world,
standing there with an Honorable sword.
valuing respect and protecting the forces of nature.
The killer takes out a torturer and throws it,
but the samurai is too quick for the craziness of her killing.
Killing is something planned,
something that is only obtained when used in the proper technique.
But the samurai's sword is not quick enough to kill one so crazy either.
Talent meets talent,
in each way we pretend to be,
but differences will beat us all,
and the blood will show one to see.
