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
