[Verse Conor] I face energies too tough to push against I sit lement innocently seeking recompense Scout the brains landscape and mark the indents The feel is tense robs the sense of its pense, Used for crossing, time is steadily embossing My actions lay traction and lead to my haunting Memories can be vile life is just a killing joke Emphases on worthwhile, till the keys final stroke Mastering the art of redirecting energy like Zuko Tasked to bring true heart lecture enemies are pseudo Eating cruedo, staring my death in the face Its Bushido baring my breath upon this pace My senses they lie to me swell with anxiety Intenseness belies my sleep till I can fire ki And recollect exactly how it despise me so Till i can redirect that energy like Aikido [Hook Conor] Like Aikido It despise me so Like Aikido It despise me so Every night it pains me so Sit back it drains the flow Shift the power aikido Tori Ukemi
aikido, despise, conor, energy, cruedo