Secret Handshakes
Marble stairs in this cathedral
Built by these hands five hundred years before
We will make good men better
Draw the right hand across the neck
Drop the arm down to your side.
I hear their voices calling in the night.
33 degrees, accepted right of hypocrisy
From this bitter cup, we all shall drink
Here I am awake, it's 2AM.. and it's getting late
All I know is something isn't right.
We will make good men better
How can you make good men better?
Draw the right hand across the neck
Drop the arm down to your side.
I hear their shadows calling in the night.
Get up, get out, get out
The fire's burning now and our bodies burn to ashes
They'll be scattered to the four winds of heaven
Does it ever even phase you that your father's involvement with a cult nearly killed your first born child?