PhilSkill - Criminal Child Lyrics

His words extinct, a vacant mind
A breathing in, then slowly rewind
Responding to the break of dusk
By putting off his sleeping mask

Straying in the city of shame
Staring beyond the window pane
This deer in a bush will always look through
Stealing treasures that begin to accrue

Pulling up a gap in this time
And fill it with numbed laughter and crime
The aftermath is just a page ahead
Inevitable he'd bring his gun to bed

In spotlights distinct he stands
Holding up both of his hands
A gentle weep to help his feelings getting lost
But would not stop all the bleedings caused