The Art of War

I will run, they will hunt me in vain
I will hide, they'll be searching
I'll regroup, feign retreat they'll pursue

Breaking the will to fight among the enemy
Force them to hunt me they will play my game
And play by my rules I will be close but still untouchable

They will find me no more. I'll be gone
I will have them surrounded
They will yield without fight overrun

Broken and lost
Tired of war
They'll surrender to me

Caught in my trap There's no way out
Coup de grace I will win but never fight
Thats the Art of War