Your smile so dim, your eyes alive   A gesture hides a vicious lie   Your face so clean, but deep inside   I know you're hiding something   A trace so faint, a chisel's scar   Carved piece by piece who you are   His head held high, but deep inside   I know you're hiding something      Pieta, you're the one and only truly holy sculpture   So now... sentenced by the divine tool I wheel he falls down      A crack and crackle, a thin black sear   Upon the surface pale and raw   Frozen for now, neatly carved   Deep in silence, clutching at straws   I crush the face, the crumbling lines   An expanding maze that seems alive      Again alone, you're face is gone   Still I see no confession coming from   Your soul, your core, your hand, your son   Still I know you're hiding something   I sit and wait, then un-create   My mind confused and filled with hate   I marvel at our common fate   Still I know you're hiding something      Pieta, you're the one and only truly holy sculpture   So now... sentenced by the divine tool I wheel he falls down      Another crack upon the marble   Disfigurement I don't even enjoy   I see it now, though in vain   I see how perfect art is pain   And as I make you dissolve   I see the secret that I have destroyed