Behold The Man, A Living Example
In His Likeness Sacred Profane
Behold The Man, What I Have Done?
The Path To Hell Is Paved
With Least Resistance
But Those Less Traveled By
Shall Make A World Of Difference
Beating Myself To A Pulp
Extracting From My Skull
All Those Things I've Learned To Live With
All Those Things I've Loved
All These Things Are Killing Me
A Perpetual Fall From Grace
But The Hand That Feeds
Is The Hand That Beats Me
Fiercely In The Face
So I Will Build Myself An Effigy
No Longer Mope In Mediocre Hell
Behold The Man, A Living Example
Behold The Man, What Have I Done?
Behold The Man In His Likeness
Sacred Profane
Behold The Man, A Living Example
Behold The Man, What Have I Done?
Behold The Man In His Likeness
What Have I Done?
Effigy
Effigy
Effigy
Effigy
Behold The Man
Behold The Man
The Icons, Betrayal, And Guilt
The Icons, Betrayal, And Guilt
The Icons, Betrayal, And Filth
The Icon, What Have I Done?
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lyrics for Effigy, the 11th song of the 11 recorded for the album Transnational Speedway League, with a total running time of , by Clutch. It was released on via , and produced by .
