Stigmata

By Medeia

On Abandon All

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Altering the human flesh to wretched proportions as all symmetry vaporizes into distortion

The statutes bled tears of blood

In my filthy hands disgusting signs of stigmata

Sealed are the ears of hope covered in shame

Eyes pierced by a thousand thorns yet the faithful bewail his name

It's an inhuman tragedy to metamorphose unstately

While skin stretched to tear absolution became real

Hundreds of tongues I spoke

With every blasphemed his throne

While spastic seizures controlled my insides turned to stone

With every language

With every word

With all conviction I denounce your faith

Hundreds of tongues I spoke

With every blasphemed his throne

While spastic seizures controlled my insides turned to stone

The statutes bled tears of blood

In my filthy hands disgusting signs of stigmata

Prove that I am the unchosen one

Made of sin to be a savior