Petrified Heart

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 Use their knowledge Like a wreking ball to tear me down Flooding me with their fallacies I can't walk on this water I'm starting to drown 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 Was torn for the twelve tribes