[Verse 1]
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

[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 2]
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

[Bridge 2]
The icons, betrayal, and guilt
The icons, betrayal, and guilt
The icons, betrayal, and filth
The icon
What have I done?

[Chorus 3]
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?
What have I done?