Luyện nghe bài hát The Divine Suicide Of K.

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

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