Behold the man, a living example Behold the man, a living example In his likeness sacred profane In his likeness sacred profane Behold the man, what have I 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 Build myself an effigy Build myself an effigy Build myself an effigy No longer mope in mediocre hell 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? What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? Done done 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? Behold the man, a living example In his likeness sacred profane Behold the man Behold the man What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? © FREON JUSTICE MUSIC; SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com