Luyện nghe bài hát The Father, The Son, And the Homosexual...

They called it
They it fair
called it resolution
I call it shit we were alone
They simply no mind
suffered such a crime
Then there you
A mother way too

said you'd made your bed
Then they filled your
the sound
The bells of a
You say you're ashamed
I with that I could it stop

Like salt over shoulder
A coin tossed in a
Not unlike a on wood

You said only in as
As you sensitive to touch
Did you feel like a when they spoke
And so you hid life
All bottled up
enough to make
Your angels

You took all you
And tried to make your own words
Only deafened by the
The of a cathedral
Now you hate yourself and I wish I could make it fucking stop

All my
Surrounded,
Teachings as threats
I won't