Stigmata

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 statues 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 Savior, savior, savior, savior