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

They called it
They it fair
called it resolution
I call it shit when we were
They paid no mind
suffered such a crime
Then there you
A way too soon

They you'd made your bed
Then they filled your
With the
The of a cathedral
You say you're ashamed
I with that I could make it

Like thrown over shoulder
A coin in a fountain
Not unlike a on wood

You said only in as
As you were to touch
Did you like a human when they spoke
And so you hid life
All bottled up
Just enough to
angels choke

You all you heard
And to make them your own words
Only by the sound
The of a cathedral
Now you hate yourself and I wish that I could make it fucking

All my
Surrounded,
thought as threats
I won't