| Song | Heretics & Killers |
| Artist | Protest the Hero |
| Album | Kezia |
| 作曲 : Protest The Hero | |
| 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Protest The Hero | |
| 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 alteregos | |
| 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. |