Luyện nghe bài hát The Divine Suicide Of K.

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

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