Don't ever ask us to define our morals Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak Some of us are all of us half-selves that love whole hopes
Well, place your justice in my palm And then I'll make a fist And punch your grimaced face Until every knuckle breaks And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk
absurd What will you say when we ask you "What are your final words?" When your crime's no longer absurd What will you, what will you say Kezia? When
The day civil glory dismembered my civility I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of Red Sea Drowned the ancient east in western custom
I'll burn all the lives of this angel Illuminati When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify A belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace
"Kezia, my darling, please never forget This world's got the substance of a frozen summer silhouette" Said my mother through lips that were cracked with
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
Do you remember how it was when you bled? When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept Because Vesta's long been sleeping And now you've
They called me the man with the blood of Christ, Honesty But tonight I drink with heathens and the finest blasphemies In wine there's truth but in silence
never seemed so cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile. With a heart that's beating louder than my own. I watch a woman they call Kezia
Don't ever ask us to define our morals Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes
seemed more cold and agile than now And life never seems less vital and fragile With a heart that's beating louder than my own I watch a girl they call Kezia
Place your justice in my palm and then I'll make fist Punch your grimaced face until every knuckle breaks And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting
absurd What will you say when we ask you what are your final words? When your crime's no longer absurd What will you, what will you say, Kezia, when
They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty But tonight I drink with heathens and our, our finest blasphemies In wine there's truth but in
This should never be I'll burn all the lives of this angel illuminati When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify A belief to fortify this stained
The day that civil glory dismembered my civility I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of Red Sea Drowned the ancient east in western
