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