Ronin with a baby cart,
When you stand at the crossroads of hell,
There's no need to tell,
Sleep is just a state of mind,
We are dying all the time,
Long ago a choice was made to live for the grave
Everything is quiet out in the country,
It's the sound of passing time
Silence isn't conservation,
It's a respectful tone,
When it's reciprocated there's nothing anymore,
A Buddhist kills his Master,
This is not aggression,
Enlightened to mortality,
Transcend the cult of one
To truly honor him you must attempt on his life,
He's waiting for a sign
A story told in six parts, Ronin with a baby cart, When you stand at the crossroads of hell, There's no need to tell, Sleep is just a state of mind, We are dying all the time, Long ago a choice was made to live for the grave Everything is quiet out in the country, It's the sound of passing time Silence isn't conservation, It's a respectful tone, When it's reciprocated there's nothing anymore, A Buddhist kills his Master, This is not aggression, Enlightened to mortality, Transcend the cult of one To truly honor him you must attempt on his life, He's waiting for a sign Explain Request ×
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