Clutch - Effigy Lyrics
Behold the man, a living exampleIn his likeness sacred profaneBehold the man, what I have done?The path to hell is pavedWith least resistanceBut those less traveled byShall make a world of differenceBeating myself to a pulpExtracting from my skullAll those things I've learned to live withAll those things I've lovedAll these things are killing meA perpetual fall from graceBut the hand that feedsIs the hand that beats meFiercely in the faceSo I will build myself an effigyNo longer mope in mediocre hellBehold the man, a living exampleBehold the man, what have I done?Behold the man in his likenessSacred profaneBehold the man, a living exampleBehold the man, what have I done?Behold the man in his likenessWhat have I done?EffigyEffigyEffigyEffigyBehold the manBehold the manThe icons, betrayal, and guiltThe icons, betrayal, and guiltThe icons, betrayal, and filthThe icon, what have I done?
