Clutch - Effigy lyrics

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?