They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty But tonight Tonight well sleep as killers I drink with heathens and our, our finest blasphemies As we break the cryptic, as we break the cryptic In wine theres truth but in silence theres 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 Im not your son, so why have you forsaken me? Theres a hole in my heart but it just makes me unholy Crucified that night and I walked away with alteregos Like the prison priest who preaches his dead and buried gospel With my faith in ruins my duty still breathes strong Im 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
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