This old heart's been leftOut on my sleeveAnd I have paid as it's been rentInto pieces
Seems everyone I've loved hasTaken a bit of my insidesI'm scattered as the woman whose bodyWas 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 proudUse their knowledge like a wrecking ball to tear me downFlooding me with their fallaciesI can't walk on this water, I'm starting to drown
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?When did it get so hard?
Strike this rock with your rod, I'll take the blowsTill your living water begins to flowAs it flowed from the Man of Sorrows' sideOn that day when His body was torn for the twelve tribesWas 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?When did it get so hard?
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