It's not enough
I've given up
They're wielding guns
We've been taken over
Uncetain hooves
Let instinct choose
Their every move to leave
Us cornered
I know it's [bad word] Our sweat and blood
And armoured skirts crimson
Story book pretty soldiers
As we grow up
There's nothing left
Bow and arrow in hand
Stand up, follow orders.

How [bad word] have we [bad word] To know what we have done
Tomorrow, another one, "Dear,
you're not here."
We watched them leave
Leave our homes - (Forgettable)
We embrace steel and now we know
That we have control.

Orient maid, free our souls
(Feel the [bad word] and they hum so loud
Shooting guns from a one man crowd)
Geisha of Blades, wise and cold
(No fun and no love and not proud
What they've done to a lover's home town)

How [bad word] have I [bad word] To know what I've done
Tomorrow, another, "Dear,
you're not here."
And how we feel, no one can know - (Identical)
Our virtues close and personal
So we have control.

Sister of Blades, take my soul
(Feel the [bad word] and they hum so loud
Shooting guns from a one man crowd)
Release my pain, one handed blow
(No fun and no love and not proud
What they've done to a lover's home town)

I'll be your leader to the other side
Now we ride, inclined, to die -
Women like us, [bad word] to find
Are seldom blind to life's many horrors
In strength they [bad word]  and keep in mind
The people lost and left behind

Orient maid, free our souls
(Feel the [bad word] and they hum so loud
Shooting guns from a one man crowd)
Geisha of Blades, wise and cold
(No fun and no love and not proud
What they've done to a lover's home town)
Sister of Blades, take my soul
(Feel the [bad word] and they hum so loud
Shooting guns from a one man crowd)
Release my pain, one handed blow
(No fun and no love and not proud
What they've done to a lover's home town)
It's just a game, not a war
(Feel the [bad word] and they hum so loud
Shooting guns from a one man crowd)
We cannot gain as we lose more
(No fun and no love and not proud
What they've done to a lover's home town)