They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty

They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty
But tonight (Tonight we'll sleep as killers) 
I drink with heathens and our, our finest blasphemies
(As we break the cryptic, as we break the cryptic)

In wine there's truth but in silence there's surrender
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 like
Jesus in the cave, 
Jesus in the cave,
Jesus in the cave, 
I knew I would die but my lips could only say; 
I'm 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

With my faith in ruins my duty still breathes strong
I'm a parrot in a cage just singing 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