Heretics & Killers

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 there's surrender A screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror I 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, 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 breathes strong I'm a parrot in a cage just saying prayers to belong Textbook of my crying, lying, dying history x2 Textbook of my crying A Textbook of my lying A Textbook of my dying A Textbook of my history.