Letra de The Divine Suicide Of K. - Protest The Hero

I'm better think of my answers now
Because I know the questions will be asked
Like if I brought the joy I found
In the confessions of a mask
The tip of my tongue is already it's touching the top of my mouth
It's meaning manifest in mercy
Burning down the house
It's true that tactless teem totem-poles
Turn tolerance to tired taboos
It's true that a bullet never knocks on the door
It's about to come crashing through
I'm walking one last mile in big steps as your alter-wine
(I'm walking one last mile)
I'm doing it in tattered shoes that aren't even mine
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Because my own are in a box locked up with possessions I can't have
Like the gunman with his future and the prison priest's golden calf
Walking one last mile
Blindfolds aside I'd probably still close my eyes
I tried to feel for a trembling fetal life inside
Of that shotgun barrel
(shotgun barrel)
That's about to make me bleed
Like an ulcer in the stomach of the beast
Like a little girl on a bed that was years ago deceased
Resurrected last night with a letter she can't trace
Resurrected to be killed then maybe born again
I'll always be kezia as long as any hope remains