It's not enoughI've given upThey're wielding gunsWe've been taken overUncetain hoovesLet instinct chooseTheir every move to leaveUs corneredI know it's trueOur sweat and bloodAnd armoured skirts crimsonStory book pretty soldiersAs we grow upThere's nothing leftBow and arrow in handStand up, follow orders.How cruel have we becomeTo know what we have doneTomorrow, another one, "Dear,you're not here."We watched them leaveLeave our homes - (Forgettable)We embrace steel and now we knowThat we have control.Orient maid, free our souls(Feel the drums and they hum so loudShooting guns from a one man crowd)Geisha of Blades, wise and cold(No fun and no love and not proudWhat they've done to a lover's home town)How cruel have I becomeTo know what I've doneTomorrow, another, "Dear,you're not here."And how we feel, no one can know - (Identical)Our virtues close and personalSo we have control.Sister of Blades, take my soul(Feel the drums and they hum so loudShooting guns from a one man crowd)Release my pain, one handed blow(No fun and no love and not proudWhat they've done to a lover's home town)I'll be your leader to the other sideNow we ride, inclined, to die - Women like us, I've come to findAre seldom blind to life's many horrorsIn strength they trust, and keep in mindThe people lost and left behindOrient maid, free our souls(Feel the drums and they hum so loudShooting guns from a one man crowd)Geisha of Blades, wise and cold(No fun and no love and not proudWhat they've done to a lover's home town)Sister of Blades, take my soul(Feel the drums and they hum so loudShooting guns from a one man crowd)Release my pain, one handed blow(No fun and no love and not proudWhat they've done to a lover's home town)It's just a game, not a war(Feel the drums and they hum so loudShooting guns from a one man crowd)We cannot gain as we lose more(No fun and no love and not proudWhat they've done to a lover's home town)
