A story told in six parts,
  Ronin with a baby cart,
  When you stand at the crossroads of hell,
  There's no need to tell,
  Sleep is just a state of mind,
  We are dying all the time,
  Long ago a choice was made to live for the grave
  
  Everything is quiet out in the country,
  It's the sound of passing time
  
  Silence isn't conservation,
  It's a respectful tone,
  When it's reciprocated there's nothing anymore,
  A Buddhist kills his Master,
  This is not aggression,
  Enlightened to mortality,
  Transcend the cult of one
  
  To truly honor him you must attempt on his life,
  He's waiting for a sign