Behold the man, a living example (x2)
In his likeness sacred profane (x2)
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 (x4)
No longer mope in mediocre hell (x2)

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? (x3)
What have i done, done, done, done!?!

Effigy (x4)
Behold the man (x2)

The icons, betrayal, and guilt (x2)
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 (x2)
What have i done? (x3, while fading out)