Stigmata

I walked across a desert of strife and despair Spent countless years afraid, choking on desperate prayers I'm breathing doubt and depression Exhaling aggression I'm starving for salvation for a faithless world God, hear these words Guide me through this wasteland Clear the dust from these eyes Provide a path. Give me the strength to survive Stigmata! His scars are the proof No matter what you say His words are the truth Stigmata! Push these nails through I sing for the Son. You're nothing but traitors You snakes will try to lock me up Mock these words, and feed the lies of corrupt I won't deny my Father's crown So you can crucify me upside down Crucify me upside down I'll die for my Father's crown! Stigmata! His scars are the proof. No matter what you say His words are the truth Stigmata! Push these nails through I sing for the Son You're nothing but traitors. (traitors) I lay my burdens at the tree Only in death am I set free I've been through hell! (I lay my burdens down at the tree) Only in death am I set free I'll face the storm as the clouds build and rain over my head And the sands wash away into a sea of blood Cleanse me Cleanse me through tribulation Kingdom come! Kingdom come! Thy will be done