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They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty
But tonight I drink with heathens and the finest blasphemies
In wine there's truth but in silence there's surrender
A screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror
I 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, knew I would die
But my lips could only say; Im 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
While my faith is in ruins my duty breathes strong
I'm a parrot in a cage just saying 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.