They call me the man with the blood of Christ honesty
but tonight I drink with the heathens and the finest
of our blasphemies / in wine there's truth but in
silence there's surrender a screaming for the silence
in the 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 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
walked away with alter-egos like the prison preach who
preaches 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