"Stigmata"

     I wrote this lyric after encountering an individual who seems to thrive on playing the martyr- who has a "Jesus complex" of sorts. I used religious imagery to make a symbolic point and never intended to send a sacrilegious message. I've gotten some negative feedback from this one and wanted to explain where it came from. It's just symbolism, really...and that's all...

"Stigmata"

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Verse One
Just bring a hammer and some nails.
You know your dealer has the scales.
Then you can give the whip a toss
Before I climb onto my cross
Just outside our snowy gates of hell

Verse Two
Forget the water; Drink some wine.
Shoot some vinegar with the line;
And don't forget my thorny crown
There with your needles on the ground.
Surely it can help to pierce the mind.

Chorus One
Oh the wounds they run so deep-
Upon my hands- upon my feet.
It hurts to breathe; it hurts to speak.
Euphoric pain can be so sweet.

Through bleeding drops of crimson rain,
I see you floating without shame.
A victim of your Judas kiss,
Am I the martyr in this game?

Verse Three
Now tear my robe and screw the dice.
The risk of chance just won't suffice.
You know I've always liked to die.
So plunge the spear into my side.
Help perform this sick self sacrifice.

Chorus Two
Oh the wounds they run so deep-
Upon my hands- upon my feet.
It hurts to breathe; it hurts to speak.
Euphoric pain can be so sweet.

Through bleeding drops of crimson rain,
I see you floating without shame.
I asked you for your Judas kiss,
So there is only me to blame.

Spraggins –April 2005