Hitokiri

Under the Moonlight
Low sight, fight, dead of night
Jinei won't leave alive
He pushed and prod, Ken flip the blade
Revert to Battosai, no one is safe
Like an animal caged, pent up past, not long contained
Smooth slice twice red with rage
This story is of how killer is made
Hitokiri, Hitokiri

Hitokiri, buried inside
The life of a wandering samurai
Past go, action turned a page; Shakkū reversed his blade
Back in the day, before the rise of Meiji
Came a young man out the Bakumatsu with eyes not full of daydreams, but of blood
His wide eyes full of change turned up enough to fuel him slowly
As time past the body count grew as did his loneliness
Drips to drops, then he turned into his thoughts
Seijuro warned him not to walk away
Shinta ignored his sensei, to change, into
Hitokiri, Hitokiri

Kill for the cause, assassin surpassin' odds
Using Hiten Mitzurugi-ryu
Get ya adrenaline running at max, you won't know it hit you
Like ya lit two cats up, not by shots
The katana so fast when it's pulled out of the sheath that it pops
Won't stop, 'til goals are met
If ya wanna place bets
The time is now, the moon's abound
Jinei and Kenshin are throwing down for Ms. Kaoru's life
Her lack of breath and possible death would ignite
The fire that lied dormant inside
Brought the king of Bakumatsu out from the light to play
So he flipped his blade, and became, Hitokiri, Battosai