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
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
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 sorrow's sides
On that day when his body was torn for the twelve tribes
Was torn for the twelve tribes