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