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