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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
Its 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
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'm 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 (walking one last mile)
And try to feel a trembling fetal life inside (walking one last mile)
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 so long as any hope remains
Resurrected to be killed then maybe born again
I'll always be Kezia so long as any hope remains
Resurrected to be killed then maybe born again
I'll always be Kezia so long as any hope remains