Liquid Dub - TINO

It’s not enough.

I’ve given up.

They’re wielding guns,

We’ve been taken over.

Uncertain moves.

Let instinct choose.

Their every move

to leave us cornered

I know it’s true,

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 cruel have we become?

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 drums 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 cruel have I become?

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 drums 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, I’ve come to find

Our seldom blind, to life’s many horrors.

In strength they trust, and keep in mind

The people lost and left behind.

Orient maid, free our souls.

(Feel the drums 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 drums 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 drums 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)