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