Protest the Hero
Текст песни Heretics And Killers

They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty,
But tonight I drink with heathens and our, our finest blasphemies.

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 & killers.

I watch my temple fall to pieces at the first signs of oncoming weather.
I 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 ruines my duty still breathes strong.
I'm a parrot in a cage 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.