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

They it faith
They called it
They it resolution
I call it shit when we were
They simply no mind
You'd suffered such a
Then you were
A way too soon

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

Like salt over shoulder
A coin in a fountain
Not a knock 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 up inside
enough to make
Your angels

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

All my
Surrounded,
thought as threats
I won't