Stigmata - grandson

How do you get in the mind-state to kill?

How do you get in the mind-state to kill?

I need a fill

Of violence to bust up the silence for real

Traumatized, ain’t gonna hide how I feel

The truth is alive and well

It’s underground living on the Wi-Fi still

Don’t buy all the lies they sell

When the Black Hawk flies head right for the hills

They put a hole in the back of my head, called it suicide

Woke up with these holes in my hands from the day I was crucified

You decide if you wanna ride, can’t stop us when we unified

I woke up with these holes in my hands from the day I was crucified

Stigmata!

(Stigmata)

There ain’t no hero to save the day

Figure to pave the way quicker

To stave another day

Away before we gotta pay the gravedigger

It’s all up to us to deliver

I walk through the valley where the snakes, they slither

Where the rain gets thicker and the pain disfigures

Who’s gonna rise when saints pray to sinners?

The truth won’t die when they pull that trigger

They put a hole in the back of my head, called it suicide

Woke up with these holes in my hands from the day I was crucified

You decide if you wanna ride, can’t stop us when we unified

I woke up with these holes in my hands from the day I was crucified

Stigmata!

(Stigmata)

Burn me down, strip me bare

Watch me drown, I don’t care

Drag your nails across my mind

Still I walk, sanctified

(The truth won’t die when they pull that trigger!)

(Stigmata)

(The truth won’t die when they pull that trigger!)

They put a hole in the back of my head, called it suicide

I woke up with these holes in my hands from the day I was crucified

You decide if you wanna ride, can’t stop us when we unified

They put a hole in the back of my head, called it suicide

Stigmata!