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 [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, 
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 [bad word] that night and I walked away with alter-egos
Like the prison priest who preaches his dead and buried gospel

With my faith [bad word] 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