Julius Butty - 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 Resurrected to be k**ed then maybe born again I'll always be Kezia as long as any hope remains Resurrected to be k**ed then maybe born again I'll always be Kezia as long as any hope remains Resurrected to be k**ed and then maybe born again I'll always be Kezia so long as any hope remains