This old heart's been left

Out on my sleeve

And I have paid as it's been rent

Into pieces



Seems everyone I've loved has

Taken a bit of my insides

I'm scattered as the woman whose body

Was torn for the twelve tribes



When did my heart get so petrified

When did it get so hard to feel

When did my heart get so afraid to love

When did it get so hard



And the easy-living Gnostic proud

Use their knowledge

Like a wreking ball to tear me down

Flooding me with their fallacies

I can't walk on this water

I'm starting to drown



Strike this rock with your rod

I'll take the blows

Till Your living water begins to flow

As it flowed from the Man of Sorrows' side

Was torn for the twelve tribes