Kafka Tamura Feral Child
Drew [?] a gun that you hit as they run
Shredding me on the street of a warzone
You don't cry, you live [?] die
Bullets fly on the street of a warzone
Drew [?] a gun that you hit as they run
Feeling numb [?] drum as they let go
Harsh [?], suffocated [?]
Of home with a drone in a warzone
Treasured pain to acclaim
Any dead and treaded rat to compose
Feral Child, the world
Is just a backwards alphabet to expose
Love in the sun that you feel as they run
Shredding me on the street as you let go
You don't cry, you live [?] die
Bullets fly on the street of a warzone
Drew [?] a gun that you hit as they run
Feeling numb [?] drum as they let go
Harsh [?], suffocated [?]
Of home with a drone in a warzone
Bang from a gun that you feel in the sun
You're one hundred and thirty-six now
The [?] is just another rank
Without [?] [?] knockdown
Treasured pain to acclaim
Any dead and treaded rat to compose
Feral Child, the world
Is just a backwards alphabet to expose
This pain to accla-aim
Any rat and treaded dead to compose
Feral Child, the world
Is just a backwards alphabet to expose
Treasured pain to acclaim
Any dead and treaded rat to compose
Feral Child, the world
Is just a backwards alphabet to expose
This pain to accla-aim
Any rat and treaded dead to compose
Feral Child, the world
Is just a backwards alphabet to-
Love in the sun that you feel as they run
Steady feet on the street as you let go
Limbs start never to repair
Bullets fly on the street but we don't care
Bang from a gun that you feel as they run
You're one hundred and thirty-six now
Forget names, your just another aim
Crossed out on the [?] of a knockdown
