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 morning, as we broke the cryptic morning)

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)

I fell to my knees just 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

Prison preacher 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

A textbook of a crying, lying, dying history

A textbook of a crying, lying, dying history

A textbook of my crying (Crying)

A textbook of my lying (Lying)

A textbook of my dying (Dying)

A textbook of my history