Effigy - Clutch

Behold the man, a living example

Behold the man, a living example

In his likeness sacred profane

In his likeness sacred profane

Behold the man, what have I 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

Build myself an effigy

Build myself an effigy

Build myself an effigy

No longer mope in mediocre hell

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?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

Done done 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?

Behold the man, a living example

In his likeness sacred profane

Behold the man

Behold the man

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?