heretics & killers

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 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