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)