Protest the Hero - The Divine Suicide of K.

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 the 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 tried taboos
(It's true that a bullet never knocks on the door)
It's about to come crashing through

(It's true that tactless teem totem-poles)
Turn tolerance to tried taboos
(It's true that a bullet never knocks on the door)
It's about to come crashing down

I'm walking one last mile in big steps as your alter-wine
(Walking one last mile) 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 a gunman with his future and the prison priest's golden calf

(Walking one last mile)
(Walking one last mile)

With blindfolds aside, I'd probably still close my eyes
I try to feel for a trembling fetal life inside
Of a shotgun barrel (shotgun barrel) that's about to make me bleed
Like an ulcer in the stomach of a (beast, beast) beast

Like a little girl on a bed that was years ago deceased
Resurrected last night with a letter she can't trace
(Letters they 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 (resurrected) to be killed then maybe born again (born again)
I'll always be Kezia as long as any hope
(Resurrected to be killed then maybe born again)
(I'll always be Kezia as long as any hope remains)

Written by:
Arif Mirabodlbaghi, Lucas Hoskin, Morgan Carlson, Rody Walker, Tim Millar

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