Lyrics of 'Stigmata' by Grandson

How do you get in the mind state to kill?
How do you get in the mind state to kill?
I need a fill
Of violence
To bust up the silence for real
Traumatized ain’t gonna hide how I feel

The truth is alive and well
Its underground living on the Wi-Fi still
Don’t buy all the lies they sell
When the black hawk cries head right for the hills

They put a hole in the back of my head and call it suicide
Woke up with these holes in my hands from the day I was crucified
You decide if you wanna ride can’t stop us when we unified
I woke up with these holes in my hands from the day I was crucified
Stigmata
Stigmata

There ain’t no hero, save the day figure
To pave the way quicker
To stave another day away before we gotta pay the grave digger
It’s all up to us to deliver
I walk through the valley where the snakes they slither
Where the rain gets thicker
And the pain disfigures
Who’s gonna rise when saints pray to sinners?
The truth won’t die when they pull trigger

They put a hole in the back of my head and call it suicide
Woke up with these holes in my hands from the day I was crucified
You decide if you wanna ride can’t stop us when we unified
I woke up with these holes in my hands from the day I was crucified
Stigmata
Stigmata

Burn me down
Strip me bare
Watch me drown
I don’t care

Drag your nails
Across my mind
But still I walk

Sanctified

They put a hole in the back of my head called it suicide
I woke up with these holes in my hands from the day I was crucified
You decide if you wanna ride can’t stop us when we unified
They put a hole in the back of my head called it suicide
Stigmata