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