Behold the man, a living example In his likeness sacred profane Behold the man, what I have done?
The path to hell is paved With least resistance But those less traveled by Shall make a world of difference
Beating myself to a pulp Extracting from my skull All those things I've learned to live with All those things I've loved All these things are killing me A perpetual fall from grace But the hand that feeds Is the hand that beats me Fiercely in the face
So I will build myself an effigy No longer mope in mediocre hell
Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, what have I done? Behold the man in his likeness Sacred profane Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, what have I done? Behold the man in his likeness What have I done?
Effigy Effigy Effigy Effigy
Behold the man Behold the man
The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and guilt The icons, betrayal, and filth The icon, what have I done?
