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 



Chorus

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 wreaking ball to tear me down 

Flooding me with their fallacies 

I can't walk on this water 

I'm starting to drown 



Chorus



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 

On that day when his body 

Was torn for the twelve tribes

Torn for the twelve tribes



Chorus