KAIGEN 'SPEAR & SHIELD' (PROD. BY THAVIUS BECK)

Noble ideals turn into the strongest spear
Which naturally collides with reality
The strongest shield protecting their ugly self

Noble ideals turn into the strongest spear
Which naturally collides with reality
The strongest shield protecting their lovely self

[VERSE 1]
Like wearing two hats, two pairs of worn out shoes left in a shoe cupboard
For better or worse, I could fake my dominant leg and look suitable
So I continued the road-game till my soles were torn and heart was broken
In an effort to satisfy the expectations
Or even misunderstandings of people around me
Although I regained my natural moves in my home ground known as beats
Still a slave for the wage.
Supposed to be acting out as a cog in the corporate machine
But found myself becoming an excellent breadwinner before I knew it
Ease myself by wasting money earned through the painful sale of soul
In contrary to the stoic and antiestablishment claims
The body being honest; fails to resist the pleasure of consumption
In real life I overlook myself secretly dinning accordingly to the law of the jungle
What is said and done are like two completely different people
Trained in theory strictly for outings but slacked on the bottom line practice
Isn’t it the worst when you look the other way, when you know what’s going on?
Endless in circles if I list reasons for the fall through. A bed of nails
But still home is where you make it. When you’re released from it
Becomes strangely hard to leave.
Too late for sentimentalism… plus I’m not the type to be
Thinking that it must be infatuation. I check in my poor chest and
Find that sure enough, when the time comes
Suddenly the convenient excuses are too dear to let go of

[CHORUS]
Noble ideals turn into the strongest spear
Which naturally collides with reality
The strongest shield protecting their ugly self

Noble ideals turn into the strongest spear
Which collides with reality, the strongest shield
Protecting their lovely self…however

[VERSE 2]
“Good job today” but the over work between conflicting lifestyles
Leaves me feeling guilty, which in turn keep my beliefs
From becoming fully tainted by the
Layer upon layer of tough choices on it
That make this work-in-progress self-portrait
Even if the path to completion is rugged and far, experience
Gained on the road often turns into a fortune
Weakness is not a sin but an ordeal imposed for those to become stronger
If the best brush possible at the present moment
Is stroked persistently over and over, compromises of the past
Shall meet its final climax, a touching last episode