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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] that night and walked away with alter-egos
Like the prison priest who preached his dead and buried gospel
While my faith is [bad word] 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