Feral Child

Feral Child (搖籃曲) - Kafka Tamura

Composed by：Kafka Tamura

Drew of a gun that you hit as they run

Shredding me on the street of a warzone

You don't cry you live of die

Bullets fly on the street of a warzone

Drew of a gun that you hit as they run

Feeling numb has drum as they let go

Harsh is suffocated pice

Of home with a drone in a warzone

Treasured pain to acclaim

Any dead and treaded rat to compose

Feral child is 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 of die

Bullets fly on the street of a warzone

Drew of a gun that you hit as they run

Feeling numb has drum as they let go

Harsh is suffocated of

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 getting is just another rank

Without of without of knockdown

Treasured pain to acclaim

Any dead and treaded rat to compose

Feral child is the world

Is just a backwards alphabet to expose

This pain to accla-aim

Any rat and treaded dead to compose

Feral child is the world

Is just a backwards alphabet to expose

Treasured pain to acclaim

Any dead and treaded rat to compose

Feral child is the world

Is just a backwards alphabet to expose

This is pain to accla-aim

Any rat and treaded dead to compose

Feral child is 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 of a knockdown