Stigma Males from Unintelligent Design by Zansman

Stigma Males



In a perfect world we could just be honest

Speak our minds, unveil our bonnets

And all the gals would just dig my

Honesty about about myself

My slowly declining health

But now I do well with stigma



I live on to tell the tale



Nobody wants to

Reveal their darkest secrets

That theyre some sort of monster

That they're barely alive

Forget and forgive

Leave the past behind you

They are searching for a way to live

I'm just searching for a way to survive



We're used to fights and quarels

Ethical qualms and beartight morals

Like Christ himself, stigmata in our dreams

Cuz we never feel so alive in something

Than when we feel we're surviving something

And a simple life is harder than it seems



I'm a stigma male



I wonder what Tipper Gore meant

Putting warning stickers on our souls

This censorship seems more like torment

No one can fill our holes

We're the ones that are forgotten

We got screws left to unscrew

We're filthy, we are rotten

We are forbidden, we're taboo

• Alternative
• Folk
• Musical
• Pop
• Punk
• singer-songwriter
• Bergen