Heretics & Killers

They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty But tonight (Tonight we'll sleep as killers) I drink with heathens and our, our finest blasphemies (As we break the cryptic, as we break the cryptic) In wine, there's truth but in silence there's surrender A screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror Built a temple in my life and used God to seal the pillars After twenty years of fighting young heretics and killers I watch my temple fall to pieces At the first signs of oncoming weather Fell to my knees like Jesus in the cave Jesus in the cave Jesus in the cave I knew I would die, but my lips could only say; I'm not your son, so why have you forsaken me? There's a hole in my heart, but it just makes me unholy Crucified that night and I walked away with alter-egos Like the prison priest who preaches his dead and buried gospel With my faith in ruins, my duty still breathes strong I'm a parrot in a cage just singing prayers to belong To a textbook of my crying, lying, dying history; A textbook of my crying, lying, dying history A textbook of my crying A textbook of my lying A textbook of my dying A textbook of my history