[Adverse]

To be dishonored is to die a thousand deaths
So I’ll be be damned if they catch me being cowardice
Still got so many sins that I’ve yet to atone
Throw my corpse to feral dogs so they can carefully knaw all the flesh from my bones
Oh sweet poetic justice, a posthumous redemption
Erase my name from history, it’s better lost than ever mentioned
My condition is that I’m human, the wearer of this cursed flesh
Been chasing hearses ever since the moment I took my very first steps

It was the springtime of our youth, before the innocence decayed
Always just me and my kid sister, at the beginning of each day
Dyed in orange by the sunrise splitting through the haze
Each image is engrained and crystal clear as I reminisce today
Idolizing samurai, wielding sticks and pretend we’re crossing blades
Through the frost and rain, the summer sun sat us ablaze
When you left...I swear I lost a piece of myself, I’m despondent
Her lifeless body lying still haunts me, embedded deep inside my conscience

You’ve heard whispers of my name, designated an outlaw
Rice hat catching the sunbeams that slipped through the cloud’s paws
Suspicious glances come aplenty from the shogunate men
They promise anyone trekking the road of revenge will meet a sobering end
Cherry blossoms raining as I sleep under the tree, an assassin for hiring
I feel the whole world start to shift, as the winds start conspiring
Sensing silent footsteps approach me, I grab my blade caught by surprise
As a pale girl stands before me, with big, red, sorrowful eyes
“Uh...sorry to bother you, Mr. Ronin...”I drop my sword and get less apprehensive
“Are you the hit man they talk about?” I nodded yes to answer her question
“I need you to take care of someone for me” tears well and fall down her face
“It’s the shogun....he killed my whole family, I’ve taken about all I can take!”
I stare down at this little girl, the tremble in her lip has me crossed
She’s the spitting image of the sister I lost...
Of course I can’t deny her pleas, If I did I couldn’t live with the ghosts
So I start to plot on how to bring war to these miserable souls

I approach the shogun’s premises, expecting the castle gates to be closed
To my surprise they’re wide open, and the handful of guards act lackadaisical
“Is it a trap?” I think to myself, targeting the guard turned away from me and take it slow
Drove my sword in his back, the blade leaves a gaping hole
The others notice but instead of charging me, they’re running in fear
Somethings wrong here...or maybe they sense that their punishment’s near
My steel slices through the air into bodies, limbs are getting torn
I continue to injure the uninterested swarm with sinister scorn
Inherited bloodlust, obtained from her, included in the contract
Every evil seed led to this life, I was rooted on the wrong path
Red droplets pelt my skin as I swing the sword towards them
It’s no surprise, the skies have opened wide, it’s raining in Kyoto again

But all the sudden...it all fades to black like I lost my sight
As this maroon tinted earth sheds an awful light on this autumn night
“Wait....where am I!?” my heart slows and palms shake as I ponder this
Last I remember I had a couple acid hits and dozed off to a Kurosawa flick
Blaring sirens interrupts my realization before it tries to begin...
Reinforcements are storming in, more of the shogunate men?
I crouch down by the bushes as I hear voices closing on in
Once I hear the footsteps only feet away
WHIFF! I hack my sword between a soldier’s throat and his chin
I loved the bewildered surprise in his eyes I couldn’t hold back a grin
But as soon as i bring my blade back, then the bullets descend

As I lay in the dirt, a mob gathers watching me bleed
I feel reality caving in...spacing out, is this all just a dream?
“Oh my my what a volatile scene..”
It’s the flaming eyed girl from before, she approaches and drops to her knees
Next to my bullet riddled body I whisper “you...”
It’s followed by a cough and a wheez
“Shhh it’s all over now, no need to jostle and weave
Save your energy, your job is complete”
“But the shogun...” I manage to squeeze the words through the gaps in my teeth
“Don’t worry about him, look at all you’ve achieved!”
My eyes bob and ebb on the sea of bodies that were the product of me
But my heart starts to sink... I see something I don’t want to believe
A sign standing in the distance reads “Maruyama Park” it can’t be...

The present day starts to consume this illusion of feudal Japan
Showing modernism in its wake, the sword vaporizes that I held in my hand
But one thing doesn’t vanish, all of the corpses flooding the streets
Innocent faces, women, children and men cut piece by piece
I look down at my shaking, blood drenched hands “ITS ALL YOUR FAULT” they both scream
The laughter of a little girl shrieks, and my bawling impedes
“I am the agent of destruction, wherever chaos falls, I will be
You should have rethought that contract now your soul belongs to ME”
Her adolescent voice takes a demonic tone, as I try to squirm away like a pathetic worm
But before I can, blackened hands break through the sediment and drag me into the depths of the earth

My obsession with samurai is what led me to my death
Dishonored as a slaughtering monster, that’s the legacy I left
How many years has it been? I can’t tell I’m so tired
It’s probably raining in Kyoto again...but it’ll never quell this hellfire