Heretics and Killers - Protest The Hero

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

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 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