Protest The Hero - The Divine Suicide Of K.
Better Think Of My Answers Now Because I Know The Questions Will Be Asked
Like If I Brought The Joy I Found In The Confessions Of A Mask
The Tip Of My Tongue`s Already Touching The Top Of My Mouth
It`s Meaning Manifest In Mercy Burning Down The House
It`s True That Tactless Teem Totem-poles Turn Tolerance To Tired Taboos
It`s True That A Bullet Never Knocks On The Door, It`s About To Come Crashing Through
Walking One Last Mile In Big Steps As Your Alter-wine
Doing It In Tattered Shoes That Aren`t Even Mine
Because My Own Are In A Box Locked Up With Possessions I Can`t Have
Like The Gunman With His Future And The Prison Priest`s Golden Calf
Blindfolds Aside I`d Probably Still Close My Eyes
And Try To Feel A Trembling Fetal Life Inside That Shotgun Barrel That`s About To Make Me Bleed
Like An Ulcer In The Stomach Of The Beast
Like A Little Girl On A Bed That Was Years Ago Deceased
Resurrected Last Night With A Letter She Can`t Trace
Resurrected To Be Killed And Maybe Born Again
I`ll Always Be Kezia So Long As Any Hope Remains
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