[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 k**ing 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 d**h in the face
It's 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