Surefire Loss - When Frank Dux Sold Out Lyrics

If you confide in me some diplomatic secret
Hidden eyes, not samurais will surely see it

Documented on the eternal scroll of the silenced
Carve your name into your grave; torture science

It's too late; the shadow's gone before you know it
The girl of my dreams taken from me, reduced to a target

I am broken, I am strained
Training everyday
Perfecting strategy
Hands of fate

Big mistake, you're going to pay
You should have known not to f*ck with me

Outside the fortress walls, I wait in the rain
One by one I pick them off putting their techniques to shame
Rivaled by my dragon style and
Slain by my Hanzo blade