Stigma by Wet-Man

I’m not a saint, and I have no sins
I don't regret anything I’ve done or seen,
but the stigma lies with me

I have seen god, a blind by name
He was bored and lazy, so he punished me with blame
Why are you doing this, I said

I’m not silent, and I am the one to blame
I am sure, and it seems that you like suffering,
so what kind of love is this?

You like blood when it’s warm and fresh
You are bored, lost in space all the way
You know fuck all about the pain

A little more every day
Holding up, doing great
A little thought and a little break
I will keep myself ok

The wounds bleed, and no one can see it
See that the pain wasn’t just for me
The wounds bleed, and no one believes it
See that the pain wasn’t just a gift

I am sure, and I know you too
Everything you touch turns to suffering,
curses and the stigma of blame

• Alternative
• Industrialmusic
• cybergoth
• electronic
• industrial
• synth-pop
• London