Kafka Tamura

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Feral Child

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Page type: lyric reference Artist: Kafka Tamura Canonical path: /kafka-tamura/feral-child Related lyric paths: 6 Video embedded: yes

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Feral Child

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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

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