Petrified Heart - Caedmon's Call

This old heart's been left 
Upon 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 
On that day when His body 
Was torn for the twelve tribes