Torn hands
Battle-scarred and coarsened
Shackled to this worn handle
Katana sure stance, demons scramble
Tanjiro is making war plans
Water breathing forms and
Waterfall endorphins
Coursing

Torn hands
Leave a child orphaned
Pleading to the four winds
Misery, misfortune
Sword man
More plans, stepping through the forms and
Vengeance is my portion
If I can't secure it then my
Sword can


Boulder than all of the rest in the saga
Hone in the focus, pull the katana
Drown out the crowd like a bullhorn, Shaka
Raven in the mix like rawwwk, baka

Plotting out my next move, making necks move
From the heads you kept rooted I'mma rend you
No one to defend you, no one to avenge you
Only your torment that I'll put an end to

Scores of attackers I can handle with ease
Born to attack and bring a man to his knees
Sort of a black sheep, sort of a fiend
Sword of a black sheen, borne like a breeze

I'm never gonna back down, I know where the scent is
Never gonna run away or leave em undefended
Demon to be found there, that's where I'll be headed
Demon in the town square, that's where I'll behead it

Torn hands
Battle-scarred and coarsened
Shackled to this worn handle
Katana sure stance, demons scramble
Tanjiro is making war plans
Water breathing forms and
Waterfall endorphins
Coursing

Torn hands
Leave a child orphaned
Pleading to the four winds
Misery, misfortune
Sword man
More plans, stepping through the forms and
Vengeance is my portion
If I can't secure it then my
Sword can

Work for the doctor, starting a file
Try to restore what's already defiled
Show em that my blood ain't part of the wild
Nezuko's a demon with the heart of a child

Everybody else I'm at the graph examining
Cuz they got a diet that ain't half organic
It's a whole food chain that I'm causing a famine in
Tryna get the heads of the Ten, like a Hamilton

Calm up front but I'm under duress too
Bless you, even as I lay you to rest, new
Bloodsuckers looking so vial, like a test tube
Checkerboard pattern on my jacket, making chess moves

Outrun's not enough, no flight, my
Route's done when I'm dust, I fight my
Bouts one by the one, never mind my
Outcome looking rough, just like my

Torn hands
Battle-scarred and coarsened
Shackled to this worn handle
Katana sure stance, demons scramble
Tanjiro is making war plans
Water breathing forms and
Waterfall endorphins
Coursing

Torn hands
Leave a child orphaned
Pleading to the four winds
Misery, misfortune
Sword man
More plans, stepping through the forms and
Vengeance is my portion
If I can't secure it then my
Sword can