intro: yeah, sharp like an edge of a samurai sword the mental blade cut through flesh and bone though my mind's at peace, the world out of order missing the inner heat, life gets colder oh yes, i have to find my path no less, walk on earth, water and fire the elements compose a magnum opus my modus operandi is amalgam/ verse 1: /steel packed tight in micro chip on my armor a sign of all-pro the ultimate reward is honor not awards at odds with the times in wars with no lords, a freelancer a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a klan only trust your instincts and be one with the plan some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry verse 2: look, just the air around him an aura surrounding the heir apparent he might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty he to the people and land, loyalty we witness above all to hear this, sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness set sail to the sun set no second guessing far east style with the spirit of wild west the quote-unquote "code" stands the test of time for the chosen ones to find the best of noble minds that ever graced the face of a hemisphere with no fear, fly over the blue yonder where the sky meets the sea and eye meets no eye and boy meets world and became a man to serve the word to save the day, the night, and the girl too chorus: a battle cry a battle cry a battle cry bridge: some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry outro: a battle cry a battle cry

intro: this is what it is, okay? i said empty your mind. be formless, shapeless. like water. now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. you put water into a teapot, it becomes the teapot. now water can flow, or it can crash. be water my friend.

intro: let me explain. when we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. and so, we are all connected in the great circle of life. chorus: 'till death do us apart, and it did come sudden like clouds, and it hid my sun, my truth heavier than imagined, a lid die-cast in lead on our lives we nourished and the days we cherished as kids we let them whizz on by, but when i rewind your smile is the only thing that comes to mind your smile is the only thing that shines verse 1: in your last breath you told me, that you had to go 'cause it pained you so, oh i loved you so much so was i selfish to hold on, and cling on to your body that hosts a soul that wanted to set free the eagle in a cage and you became eagerly what i wanted to be you the person to leave, i the person to see off another best friend to land's end i watched grown men moan, and women weep as you quietly descended six feet deep but the spirit ascended before our wet eyes a gift from God, returned to sender though i like to pretend that this never happened i can turn around and see you laughing but the fact is you could never practice getting blind-sided and eating the wind shield endless field of shards of glass this too shall pass, but reality bites, it says not so fast first you must climb a calvary of shattered hopes and then a mountain of prayers unheard 'till you reach that peak where you can see the dark abyss below then you let me know if you have what it takes for a leap of faith i had to say, hell no, heaven yes, but not yet please bless a forehead, cold in a bed or alone on the road with nobody to hold when the pouring rain is too much to bear it's a reason to live for a seed that needs care whether a tree lives to see the end of centuries or a random hand picks it instantly life is art, a miracle for all to believe, i must tell you that you lived beautifully (chorus) verse 2: now i hit this stage in honor of you, how's the other side, i bet it's a splendid view no more stress for rent, or to make ends collide in a cocktail, shame with envy i can hide behind lens that block the UV looking in from the outside the bowl is murky the toll for the bridge is rising weatherman says storm, city hall is burning same ol' chaos, gotta shut my cell like i'm waiting to take off on the runway, scoping out the window the moisture covers the sight though telling myself it's just another day in the life of a starving artist trying to paint a dream you woke from, chasing the departed we used to hang by the banks to see who can skip a stone the farthest what i thought was a stream is now an ocean no such thing as an extreme to show devotion to your craft, which i didn't know the half tried to knock down your door and caught the backdraft and a whiplash, all in reverse then i finally stood up and said, we reserve the right to serve anyone and on the same note you deserve the best of the most fun by the way i got your letter, you said you were fed up well i second that and I reckon that you tried so i don't place a blame that you took the fifth, and the first flight out of town, into the mist your smile is the only thing that comes to mind your smile is the only thing that shines your smile is the only thing that comes to mind your smile is the only thing that shines (chorus)

intro: john polkinghorn, professor of quantum theory at cambridge, in one of his books makes this comment, "if you examine the early relationship between expansion and contraction forces in the early picoseconds of the universe, you will see that the exactitude was so precise that the margin of error and the precision required would be like taking aim at a one square inch object, 20 billion light years away on the other end of the universe, and hitting that bullseye." do you know what a picosecond is? a picosecond is the time it takes something traveling at the speed of light to cross the distance of a hair's breadth.