Fullmetal Brotherhood: The Price of Truth

Hands clasped, tight circle on the floor. Try to trade laws for something

more. Paid with flesh, for a second chance. Learned real cost

ain't part of a plan. Truth don't speak, it just lets you see.

What you lose when you play with keys. Knowledge heavy when pride runs fast.

Brotherhood built from the broken past. Equal exchange, hear the law, speak clear.

What you take comes back severe. Still on proof of the price I pay.

Fullmetal soul never fades. Brother by side, truth in the flame.

Human heart worth more than gain. No gods above, just hands that build.