The Divine Suicide Of K. Lyrics - Kezia - Protest The Hero

Better think of my answers now because I know the questions with 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 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