Stigmata scars on my hands Stigmata scars on my hands On the banks of the flooded big muddy Do you think I can be saved? My heart is hard my soul is lost And the sins I bare are grave Pestilence running through my veins The only thing I have left for this world is hate Pestilence running through my veins The only thing I have left is fucking hate Stigmata scars on my hands Stigmata scars on my hands Looking back I guess I probably should have seen it all I should have seen it all Jagged visions of Apocalypse Blood Moon rising Pestilence running through my veins The only thing I have left for your world is hate Pestilence running through my veins The only thing I have left is fucking hate Is fucking hate Stigmata scars on my hands Stigmata scars on my hands