Heretics & Killers

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 I watch my temple fall to pieces at the first signs of oncoming weather 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 --- Heretics & Killers - Protest the Hero