Protest The Hero - The Divine Suicide of K. lyrics
[Protest The Hero - The Divine Suicide of K. lyrics]
I 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's already
Touching the top of my mouth
It's meaning manifest in mercy
Burning down, burning down
Burning down, burning down
Burning down, burning down
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 walking one last mile in
Big steps as your alter-wine
I'm doing it in tattered shoes
That aren't even mine
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 walking one last mile
Blindfolds aside
I'd probably still close my eyes
And try to feel a trembling fetal life inside
That 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
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
Resurrected to be killed then
Maybe born again
I'll always be Kezia as long as any hope
Resurrected to be killed and
Then maybe born again
I'll always be Kezia so long
As any hope remains
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's already
Touching the top of my mouth
It's meaning manifest in mercy
Burning down, burning down
Burning down, burning down
Burning down, burning down
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 walking one last mile in
Big steps as your alter-wine
I'm doing it in tattered shoes
That aren't even mine
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 walking one last mile
Blindfolds aside
I'd probably still close my eyes
And try to feel a trembling fetal life inside
That 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
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
Resurrected to be killed then
Maybe born again
I'll always be Kezia as long as any hope
Resurrected to be killed and
Then maybe born again
I'll always be Kezia so long
As any hope remains