Luyện nghe bài hát The Divine Suicide Of K.

Better think of my answers now because I know the questions be asked
Like if I the joy I found in the confessions of a mask
The tip of my tongue's already the top of my mouth
It's meaning manifest in mercy down the house
It's true that tactless totem-poles turn tolerance to tired taboos
It's true that a bullet never knocks on the door, it's to come crashing through
Walking one mile in big steps as your alter-wine
Doing it in tattered that aren't even mine
Because my own are in a box locked up possessions I can't have
the gunman with his future and the prison priest's golden calf

Blindfolds aside I'd still close my eyes
And try to feel a trembling life inside that shotgun barrel that's about to make me bleed
an ulcer in the stomach of the beast
Like a little girl on a bed was years ago deceased
Resurrected last with a letter she can't trace
Resurrected to be killed and maybe born
I'll always be so long as any hope remains