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
