Vārdi: Protest the Hero. Kezia. Heretics & Killers.

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,

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 breathes strong
I'm a parrot in a cage just saying prayers to belong

Textbook of my crying, lying, dying history x2

Textbook of my crying
A Textbook of my lying
A Textbook of my dying
A Textbook of my history.