Protest the Hero The Divine Suicide of k. Lyrics:
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 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 Walking one last mile in big
steps as your alter-wine Doing it in tattered
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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

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 Resurrected to be killed and maybe born
again I'll always be Kezia so long as any hope
remains
Lyrics: The Divine Suicide of k., Protest the Hero [end]