Luyện nghe bài hát The Divine Suicide Of K.

Better think of my answers now I know the questions will be asked
Like if I brought the joy I found in the confessions of a
The tip of my tongue's already touching the top of my
It's meaning manifest in burning down the house
It's true that tactless teem turn tolerance to tired taboos
It's true that a never knocks on the door, it's about to come crashing through
Walking one last mile in big as your alter-wine
Doing it in tattered shoes that aren't mine
Because my own are in a box locked up with possessions I can't
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 fetal 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 years ago
Resurrected last night with a letter she trace
Resurrected to be and maybe born again
I'll be Kezia so long as any hope remains