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of timeless life
i've got the stigma
marked by a hot knife. eternal life!
of timeless life
i've got the stigma
marked by a hot knife. eternal life!
that's an enigma
but to you it's a stupid dumb stigma
that's right it's outta sight
that's an enigma
but to you it's a stupid dumb stigma
that's right it's outta sight
cracked alabaster
turn your back on the stigmas
let them walk their own stilts
cracked alabaster
turn your back on the stigmas
let them walk their own stilts
stand accused and count this
burn out the stigma
a murder done in portrait
stand accused and count this
burn out the stigma
a murder done in portrait
born this enigma
left to carry the stigma
i was the sound of a shutting door
born this enigma
left to carry the stigma
i was the sound of a shutting door
what the hell is the matter with the pople on this planet? have
we all gone insane? the stigma of industrial progress killing us over
and over agin
what the hell is the matter with the pople on this planet? have
we all gone insane? the stigma of industrial progress killing us over
and over agin
Tangled up in hair
Fresh stigma look
Shall I take you with me
Tangled up in hair
Fresh stigma look
Shall I take you with me
is that the way you'd talk to someone who is really sick?
your stigma keeps us hidden
cause you don't understand
is that the way you'd talk to someone who is really sick?
your stigma keeps us hidden
cause you don't understand
rise!
burn me reducing the stigma
born to live in this house of shame
rise!
burn me reducing the stigma
born to live in this house of shame
you only have one point of view
the stigma of delusion
confirms your self illusion
you only have one point of view
the stigma of delusion
confirms your self illusion
look at your hands as you're grippin' those pills
you dance with the stigma
then wake up in chills
look at your hands as you're grippin' those pills
you dance with the stigma
then wake up in chills
if these scars could speak
all the stigma feeding
it sucks the life from me
if these scars could speak
all the stigma feeding
it sucks the life from me
we think this is it
portrayed by a stigma that won't let us out
by choice it's a sin
we think this is it
portrayed by a stigma that won't let us out
by choice it's a sin
my fallen dreams
float in the east and drown my screams. the stigma breaks
release the pain
my fallen dreams
float in the east and drown my screams. the stigma breaks
release the pain
down south that's an enigma
but to you it's a stupid dumb stigma
that's right it's outta sight
down south that's an enigma
but to you it's a stupid dumb stigma
that's right it's outta sight
laced with mistrust that cracked the spine. this feeble frame just would not hold and sparked the drifting of two souls. i am not ready nor deserve a line of love that can't be blurred into a shallow blotch of lust. a dirty thought. a pointless fuck. i never properly explained
this bodied beauty you contain is too much for a man to take at such an age-less feeling age. works. this circle never works. this cycle of the poet and his dame who never could explain this tired plot. insistent it would stop. convinced that every problem soon would rest. that bad things at their best would fix themselves. but those things you just can't tell. and its taunting in this straight jacket of hope. it blinds and it disrupts the ebb and flow. the process of letting go. the pattern on this strange bright lighted stage. the stigma at this age-less feeling age.
end
laced with mistrust that cracked the spine. this feeble frame just would not hold and sparked the drifting of two souls. i am not ready nor deserve a line of love that can't be blurred into a shallow blotch of lust. a dirty thought. a pointless fuck. i never properly explained
this bodied beauty you contain is too much for a man to take at such an age-less feeling age. works. this circle never works. this cycle of the poet and his dame who never could explain this tired plot. insistent it would stop. convinced that every problem soon would rest. that bad things at their best would fix themselves. but those things you just can't tell. and its taunting in this straight jacket of hope. it blinds and it disrupts the ebb and flow. the process of letting go. the pattern on this strange bright lighted stage. the stigma at this age-less feeling age.
end
grind bastard - return of the weapon of war
discharge my stigma
now i'm back to even the score
grind bastard - return of the weapon of war
discharge my stigma
now i'm back to even the score
and to heal and to hope
where their stigmas and their standards
they all go up in smoke
and to heal and to hope
where their stigmas and their standards
they all go up in smoke
selene photizei tis pio krues nukhtes
aphenei to stigma mou o
ti sou grapso
selene photizei tis pio krues nukhtes
aphenei to stigma mou o
ti sou grapso