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They call me the man with the blood of Christ, honestly, but tonight I drink with heathens and the finest of our blastphamies in wine there's truth but in silence there's surrender a 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 heritics and killers I watched my temple fall to pieces (at the first sign of oncoming weather) I fell to my knees just like jesus in the cave I knew i would die by my lips could only say: "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 and walked away with alter-ego Like the prison priest who preaches his dead and buried gospel, while my faith's 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. |