Stigmata Lyrics

So adept is the healing hand

That feeds the lies and at the same time blinds us

What matters the truth, what matters the cost

What matters the loss inside us?

Circumcise thy train of thought

For the world he made, is so fraught with peril

Just Follow the words

Just Follow the sheep

In a world unclean, unsterile

Starve your self of all this life has to offer

In exchange for the lamb and light

Held back like the nine inch nail

In the healing hand of an almighty Christ

I bear the mark of your broken martyr

Stop bleeding, stop bleeding

I am the failure of a fallen father

Stop screaming

Stigmata

Three nails won't let me go much farther

I'm seething, still breathing

Your light makes it so much darker

Life fleeting

Stigmata

Broken and battered

In a fragile house of cards

Dripping from the puncture wounds

The blood reflects the scars

Painfully restrained fully awake but

Barely able to see how the ties that bind you are inflicted

Planted by the hands of holy men and hammered in until the mind succumbs to its own Crucifixion

Fiction

I bear the mark of your broken martyr

Stop bleeding, stop bleeding

I am the failure of a fallen father

Stop screaming

Stigmata

Three nails won't let me go much farther

I'm seething, still breathing

Your light makes it so much darker

Life fleeting

Stigmata

Descend to find myself

And now I will not return

I'll remove your martyrs crown

The cost of lessons learned

I watched you pound those twisted nails deeper through your fists

Trapped inside your cell

You execute your consciousness

I bear the mark of your broken martyr

Stop bleeding, stop bleeding

I am the failure of a fallen father

Stop screaming

Stigmata

Three nails won't let me go much farther

I'm seething, still breathing

Your light makes it so much darker

Life fleeting

Stigmata