This old heart's been left And I have paid as it's been rent
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
And the easy-living Gnostic proud Like a wreaking ball to tear me down Flooding me with their fallacies I can't walk on this water
Strike this rock with your rod Till your living water begins to flow As it flowed from the Man of Sorrows' side On that day when his body Was torn for the twelve tribes Torn for the twelve tribes