Luyện nghe bài hát The Divine Suicide Of K.

Better think of my now because I know the questions will be asked
Like if I brought the joy I in the confessions of a mask
The tip of my tongue's touching the top of my mouth
meaning manifest in mercy burning down the house
It's true that tactless teem turn tolerance to tired taboos
It's true that a bullet knocks on the door, it's about 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 with I can't have
Like the with his future and the prison priest's golden calf

Blindfolds I'd probably still close my eyes
And try to feel a fetal 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 that was ago deceased
Resurrected last night with a letter she trace
Resurrected to be killed and maybe born
I'll always be Kezia so as any hope remains