Stigmata

I'm stuck in this rut again
 I really dug myself deep this time
 I can't escape these holes in my hands
 DO IT
 soul crushing
 there's a target on my back
 and life is the firing squad
 content with a shot to the head
 No repentance for what I've done
 ERGH
 All of my sins have come back to haunt me
 No fear of death
 the hollow point has become my master
 wasting time is getting old
 six feet
 That's all I need
 six feet
 to separate you from me
 what I want
 and what I deserve
 the things I've said
 the things that were heard
 can you feel your hands?
 I've lost my sense of touch
 Can you feel your hands?
 I've lost my touch
 silence is fucking golden
 I won't settle for less
 god above please speak to me
 I can't fight back again
 MOVE
 stigmata
 this is the holy war
 death to all who fail