Boy A

Game
This is just a game
Toy
You’re just a toy
A dream in a casket and a customized God
The diary of memories
Candies never eaten and desires become dope
A childhood too old, to hold, so cold, I fall
Boy A
Devil
Knives and spinning scissors
Rose
Fragile human beings
A dream in a casket and a customized God
The diary of memories
Candies never eaten and desires become dope
A childhood too old, to hold, so cold, I fall
Boy A
Red ink to sign, to behead, stuff in mouth
Just mutilate
This lullaby, sing to me, lullaby
A childhood too old, to hold, so cold, I fall
Boy A