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 rite of hypocrisy from this bitter cup, we all shall drink. here i am awake, it's two a.m.. 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 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!?