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?