Protest The Hero - Heretics & Killers - табы GTP и PTB

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, 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

While my faith is in ruins my duty breathes strong

I'm a parrot in a cage just saying 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.