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 wrecking ball to tear me down   Flooding me with their fallacies   I 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 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   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?   When did it get so hard?