Heretics and Killers

They call 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) I fell to my knees, just 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 Prison preacher 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 Textbook of a crying, lying, dying history Textbook of a crying, lying, dying history Textbook of my crying (Crying) A textbook of my lying (Lying) A textbook of my dying (Dying) A textbook of my history

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026