They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty
But tonight (Tonight we'll sleep as k**ers)
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 k**ers
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