《Feral Child》歌词

[00:00:00] Feral Child - Kafka Tamura

[00:00:01] Composed by：Kafka Tamura

[00:00:23] Drew of a gun that you hit as they run

[00:00:25] Shredding me on the street of a warzone

[00:00:29] You don't cry you live of die

[00:00:31] Bullets fly on the street of a warzone

[00:00:35] Drew of a gun that you hit as they run

[00:00:37] Feeling numb has drum as they let go

[00:00:41] Harsh is suffocated pice

[00:00:43] Of home with a drone in a warzone

[00:00:47] Treasured pain to acclaim

[00:00:50] Any dead and treaded rat to compose

[00:00:53] Feral child is the world

[00:00:55] Is just a backwards alphabet to expose

[00:01:04] Love in the sun that you feel as they run

[00:01:06] Shredding me on the street as you let go

[00:01:10] You don't cry you live of die

[00:01:12] Bullets fly on the street of a warzone

[00:01:15] Drew of a gun that you hit as they run

[00:01:18] Feeling numb has drum as they let go

[00:01:22] Harsh is suffocated of

[00:01:24] Of home with a drone in a warzone

[00:01:27] Bang from a gun that you feel in the sun

[00:01:30] You're one hundred and thirty-six now

[00:01:33] The getting is just another rank

[00:01:36] Without of without of knockdown

[00:01:39] Treasured pain to acclaim

[00:01:42] Any dead and treaded rat to compose

[00:01:45] Feral child is the world

[00:01:48] Is just a backwards alphabet to expose

[00:01:51] This pain to accla-aim

[00:01:54] Any rat and treaded dead to compose

[00:01:57] Feral child is the world

[00:02:00] Is just a backwards alphabet to expose

[00:02:17] Treasured pain to acclaim

[00:02:20] Any dead and treaded rat to compose

[00:02:23] Feral child is the world

[00:02:26] Is just a backwards alphabet to expose

[00:02:29] This is pain to accla-aim

[00:02:32] Any rat and treaded dead to compose

[00:02:35] Feral child is the world

[00:02:38] Is just a backwards alphabet to-

[00:02:41] Love in the sun that you feel as they run

[00:02:43] Steady feet on the street as you let go

[00:02:47] Limbs start never to repair

[00:02:49] Bullets fly on the street but we don't care

[00:02:52] Bang from a gun that you feel as they run

[00:02:55] You're one hundred and thirty-six now

[00:02:58] Forget names your just another aim

[00:03:00] Crossed out on the of of a knockdown