Effigy

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?