Tied to machines That will forever tear you down In the dark you're stumbling blindly Bound to believe in a lie Moulded into perfection While feeding your lust for depravity Nails of fate pierce your flesh You are just another replica A mere duplication of failure Make no mistake by praying for an end No foolish thoughts On how you may commend Assume no acts of kindness To be practised anymore No kindness anymore Stigmata damnation Pity the martyr Stigmata damnation Carry their guilt Let me be your stigmata An icon of man's horrid creation Fear mingled With insubordinate stupidity You will be punished for crimes That you have never done You are the icon Of mankind's lust for morbidity Recognize the falsehood and the lie What is the trae nature of this calling Bleeding hands, bleeding eyes Open wounds, the sacred demand A bloodsoaked nightmare Of horrid creation You are the image of sinners that wept