Stigmata by Weeks
Stigmata lyrics
Well I met the man who killed my mother
He put holes inside her arms
No they were not marks of stigmata lord
Just a drug pumping empty heart
Well I met the man who took my father
Put him in jail and locked him away
Well they say he forgot his children lord
He might remember us again someday
I blame the devil
Well I met the man who killed my grandmother
He took her mind as the shotgun blew
A year later my grandfather followed her
He�d had enough and shot himself too
Well I met the man who took my good friend
Oh, but he was only seventeen
I saw him laying in a cushioned coffin lord
It wasn�t him staring back at me
I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don�t call me depressed, don�t call me sad
I�m giving up on this life I had
Well I met the man who raped my childhood
Oh well we were never young it�s true
But when everyone around you keeps dying lord
What the hell are we supposed to do
Well I met the man who took my sister
In a new family she will stay
And it�s true that my mother�s a sinner lord
She let another family fade away
I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don�t call me depressed, don�t call me sad
I�m giving up on this life I had
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