Stigmata - Varials

I’m stuck in this rut again

I really dug myself deep this time

I can’t escape these holes in my hands

DO IT

Soul crushing

There’s a target on my back

And life is the firing squad

Content with a shot to the head

No repentance for what I’ve done

ERGH

All of my sins have come back to haunt me

No fear of death

The hollow point has become my master

Wasting time is getting old

Six feet

That’s all I need

Six feet

To separate you from me

What I want

And what I deserve

The things I’ve said

The things that were heard

Can you feel your hands?

I’ve lost my sense of touch

Can you feel your hands?

I’ve lost my touch

Silence is fucking golden

I won’t settle for less

God above please speak to me

I can’t fight back again

MOVE

Stigmata

This is the holy war

Death to all who fail