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