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• Artiste: Weeks (The)
• Titre: Stigmata
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Well I met the man who took my mother He put holes inside her arms Well these were not marks of stigmata lord Just a drug pumping empty heart I met the man who took my father Put him in jail and locked him away Well they say that he forgot his children lord He might remember us again someday Well I met the man who killed my grandmother He took her mind as the shotgun blew And a year later my grandfather followed her He’d had enough and killed himself too I met the man who took my good friend Oh, but he was only seventeen I saw him laying in a cushioned coffin lord It wasn’t him staring back at me I blame the devil, what else could it be I blame Jesus he ain’t answering me Don’t call me depressed, don’t call me sad I’m giving up on this life I had Well I met the man who raped my childhood Oh well we were never young it’s true But when everyone around you keeps dying lord What the hell are we supposed to do Well I met the man who took my sister In a new family she will stay And it’s true that my mother’s a sinner lord She let another family fade away I blame the devil, what else could it be I blame Jesus he ain’t answering me Don’t call me depressed, don’t call me sad I’m giving up on this life I had