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,      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 breathes strong   I'm a parrot in a cage just saying prayers to belong      Textbook of my crying, lying, dying history x2      Textbook of my crying   A Textbook of my lying    A Textbook of my dying    A Textbook of my history.