Art of War, Fox of Time

The song birds sing for a young artist Heart on his sleeve and mind the sharpest With his brush he would try To paint the world with the colors inside To create and to learn - all he wanted to do Spread a little love maybe too His art and his vibes were the warmest His explored his world - every ocean and forest And in the woods, one day he'd see A beautiful small fox sleep He imagined the kitsune it would be See, with 9 tails it would embody majesty - so would he He would meet the 9 muses Float on cloud 9 and see the world's beauty Life was an oyster in the sand The bright little artist couldn't wait to be a man, man Samurai honor, brush and katana All else fails got both for the mana Both for the drama, that's daisho (daisho) Double sword flow, let 'em know (like whoa) Poet and ronin, I'm floatin' In the world like open oceans Ink and blood are one and flowin' War for art in motion Time flew like a red crowned crane And the sunbeams turned into rain His paint brush morphed to a katana Colorful hakama now scarred up armor And the poems that he spoke into the aether Took the form of shuriken that summoned the reaper Life for a man in this world is war Kill or be killed - that's the way of the sword Clashing steel echoed in the night Arrows rained down from the sky The world of his youth he explored it still But it felt so different now, for real Colors were dull, koto uninspired Home felt cold and his soul - so tired 9-tailed dreams had faded away His red paint became red blood on his blade Samurai honor, brush and katana All else fails got both for the mana Both for the drama, that's daisho (daisho) Double sword flow, let 'em know (like whoa) Poet and ronin, I'm floatin' In the world like open oceans Ink and blood are one and flowin' War for art in motion Crimson night, steps over dead branches Balls of light hover in his sight dancing He follows them, palms sweaty on his weapon Deja vu in the world that he stepped in With red flames, fur like snow A kitsune emerges, 9 tails full grown (like whoa) Its identity was clear to him The kit in colored woods that once was a mirror to him Erised now Grimm, Dorian Gray His road, the seeds sowed, all hit him like a train A fox of 9 virtues saw the 9 worlds of Yggdrasil And he had only seen the 9 circles of hell Well - that broke his heart He was Art of War, no more War for Art And he fell to his knees in pain Like, how is this the man that he became? Poet and ronin, I'm floatin' In the world like open oceans Ink and blood are one and flowin' Art of war in motion