Stigmata

Marilyn Manson - Putting Holes In Happiness
Uploaded by MarilynManson

Mourners gather round the body
while mothers weep the dirge
of a man's undeserved love.

The saints are in the meadow
wearing stained glass smiles,
martyrs with suicide-style minds

So nail my coffin, seal up this tomb
make your heart empty
to make room for the someone else.
You've got your black
I've got your chains
to steady me from the lack of love.

I will fix your pain
and make it my own,
only to make my passion
your stigmata.

You hang from willows
and hold Judas in your mind
so try to fix it to find that it's
an impossible task.

I cover your shoulders in kisses
absolve you from responsibility
if only I can take of your flesh & blood
and make my body your stigmata.