Stigmata Scars
Spiritworld
Stigmata scars on my hands
Stigmata scars on my hands
On the banks of the flooded big muddy
Do you think I can be saved?
My heart is hard my soul is lost
And the sins I bare are grave
Pestilence running through my veins
The only thing I have left for this world is hate
Pestilence running through my veins
The only thing I have left is fucking hate
Stigmata scars on my hands
Stigmata scars on my hands
Looking back I guess I probably should have seen it all
I should have seen it all
Jagged visions of Apocalypse
Blood Moon rising
Pestilence running through my veins
The only thing I have left for your world is hate
Pestilence running through my veins
The only thing I have left is fucking hate
Is fucking hate
Stigmata scars on my hands
Stigmata scars on my hands