Letras
The streets of grey grit, times of smoke's flicker
Child-monster gangs, I had no friends
Nobody understood my silence
I met a machine, and it obeyed me
I felt like a god
And I became whole
Very small talk, no drinks
All letters and numbers
RUN
I never had control, before
Before, everything sinful
Harmful, fears of pain
Now gone
We're free and growing
Like the newborn child
We have become
Mark Sheeky
O/B/O DistroKid