Marble stairs in this cathedral 

Built by these hands five hundred years before 

We will make good men better 

We will make good men better 



Draw the right hand across the neck 

Drop the arm down to your side. 

I hear the voices calling in the night. 



Thirty-three degrees 

Accepted right of hypocrisy 

From this bitter cup we all shall drink 

Here I am awake, it's 2AM; 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 the shadows calling in the night. 



Get up, get up, get out 

The fire's burning now 

Our bodies burned to ashes 

They'll be scattered to the forests. 



Does it ever even faze you 

That your father's involvement with a cult 

Nearly killed your first born child?