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A heroine, a deity
on heroin, or vanity
To jack their personality,
beyond normal humanity.
A crowd of massed humanity
bow and worship diligently.
He's built a loyal following
and they steer him thoroughly.
But jealous man plots from the pews,
no need for valid righteousness.
One slightly truthful word set free,
will turn the tides quite easily.
Our accusations need not be
what would bury mortal man.
The sins of our own deity are tiny,
but on these we stand.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
So once upon the podium,
a crucifix we then erect,
And nail our hero heartily,
hands and feet, we bind his neck.
The reasons for our worship fades,
our Idol drenched in his own blood,
Forgotten are the virtues that we,
valued beyond royalty.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
Such joy we dig his shallow grave,
anticipating pains to come.
We watch the wriggling dance of death,
and laugh light hearted at death's fun.
We pounded out the joyous light.
Our savior's buried now for years.
A legend now of time gone by,
A martyr of forgotten tears.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
on heroin, or vanity
To jack their personality,
beyond normal humanity.
A crowd of massed humanity
bow and worship diligently.
He's built a loyal following
and they steer him thoroughly.
But jealous man plots from the pews,
no need for valid righteousness.
One slightly truthful word set free,
will turn the tides quite easily.
Our accusations need not be
what would bury mortal man.
The sins of our own deity are tiny,
but on these we stand.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
So once upon the podium,
a crucifix we then erect,
And nail our hero heartily,
hands and feet, we bind his neck.
The reasons for our worship fades,
our Idol drenched in his own blood,
Forgotten are the virtues that we,
valued beyond royalty.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
Such joy we dig his shallow grave,
anticipating pains to come.
We watch the wriggling dance of death,
and laugh light hearted at death's fun.
We pounded out the joyous light.
Our savior's buried now for years.
A legend now of time gone by,
A martyr of forgotten tears.
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands,
We throw stones if our gods take a stand
We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs, stigmata martyrs
Lyrics submitted by sfo62
Track duration: 04:10
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In a crucifiction ecstasy
Lying cross chequed in agony
Stigmata bleed continuously
Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me
Stigmata oh you sordid sight
Stigmata in your splintered plight
Look into your crimson orifice
In holy remembrance
In scarlet bliss
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
Father, son, and holy ghost
Stigmata Martyr
Apart from the name, not one is repeated here. They may be in the same genre, but this is not a cover.