ninjas, swiftly as the mist- battling with shurikens of reptile skins   and daggers forged of night   deadly as a poisoned kiss, like the life you'll miss   if you must turn away, or if you fall in line      never underestimate the sparks that do not fade   never try to separate the songbird from its song   never can you duplicate the dance of Shangri-La      when we ride-we leave a street so scorched   that only magic vagabonds can stand the raging flames   all inside we rush because to tarry would be terrible   and make us all the same      ninjas- the winds are working wild   the torrid tides toss every happy, hopeful humor   far from where we lie   listen, with just a naked eye   it's just the land beneath us growing strong along   and drawing ever nigh      never underestimate the little left to lose   never let a loser bear your news   clever are the cruelest and the loudest, loutish loons      when we ride- there's a quest we keep abreast of as the record falls   and grows another face   great divide-it's just celestial forces bent on reckoning      when we ride-we leave a street so scorched   that only magic vagabonds can stand the raging flames   all inside we rush because to tarry would be terrible   and make us all the same