(Intro)
(Spoken, low voice)
Yeah.
Just another leaf falling.
Ain't no wind, just the weight of the gravity.
Check it.
(Verse 1)
The cherry blossoms hit the pavement like confetti in a morgue
I’m walking through the mist, just a shadow in the fog
Got a blade in my soul that’s been dulling for a lifetime
Trying to find a rhythm, but I’m tripping on the baseline
Looking at the moon, it’s a cold, white eye
Watching me decide if it’s finally time to die
The sake ain't burning, just chilling in the gut
I’m tired of the struggle, tired of the "what-ifs" and the "buts"
Every step is heavy, like I’m dragging all my sins
Trying to find the exit where a new life begins
But the cycle’s just a circle, a fucking iron ring
And I’m just a broken bird that’s forgotten how to sing.
(Chorus)
Let the blade kiss the neck, let the crimson paint the floor
I don’t wanna walk this lonely path no fucking more
The Nujabes beat fades, the silence takes the throne
A samurai in sorrow, dying in the zone
Yeah, just let it drift.
Let it all just drift.
(Verse 2)
They talk about the honor, they talk about the pride
But they don’t see the hollow space I’m carrying inside
It’s a battlefield of memories, a slaughterhouse of dreams
Life’s a jagged edge that’s ripping out the seams
I’m exhausted by the vanity, the fake smiles and the glitz
I’m standing on the ledge while the whole damn world quits
Pour a glass for the ghosts, for the ones who didn't stay
For the ones who took the shortcut on this miserable day
Is it weak? Is it brave? Or just a fucking choice?
To finally shut the static and to silence every voice
The flute is reaching high, but my heart is sinking low
I’m ready for the exit, yeah, I’m ready now to go.
(Bridge)
(Beat strips back. Piano notes ring out lonely.)
No more expectations.
No more fucking chores.
Just the stillness of the aftermath.
The closing of the doors.
Heavy eyelids.
Light spirit.
Can you hear it?
The end.
(Outro)
(Drums fade out, leaving only the shakuhachi flute and the sound of rain.)
Yeah.
Just let it fall.
It wasn't ever about the fight.
It was always about the peace.
(Fades to silence)