Founds total 3 songs
Tecato
Growin' up in broken homes. You find yourself at ten years old. Runnin' drag and startin' fights. But minors hide behind their rights. Start slow with beer and pot.
The Box
Yesterday, I was just a boy. In times of youthful hero worship. My kind have been molded. By images on the screen. . Brought up to emulate the big guns.
The Box
Jack's sittin' back in a pitch black box. When some light shines through a crack in the corner. Will he take the risk break out of this. Place that he hates or will he just sit and wonder.
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