Stigmata Damnation

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