They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty 

But tonight I drink with heathens and the finest of our 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

Fell to my knees just like Jesus in the cave, knew I would die

But my lips could only; I am 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 walked away with alter-egos

Like the prison priest who preached his dead and buried gospel



While my faith is in ruins my duty breathes strong

I'm a parrot in a cage saying prayers to belong to a textbook

Of my crying, lying, dying history; a time so full of life that I was anything but me