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