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• Artiste: Abney Park
• Titre: Stigmata Martyr
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A heroine, a deity on heroin, or vanity To jack their personality, beyond normal humanity. A crowd of massed humanity bow and worship diligently. He's built a loyal following and they steer him thoroughly. But jealous man plots from the pews, no need for valid righteousness. One slightly truthful word set free, will turn the tides quite easily. Our accusations need not be what would bury mortal man. The sins of our own deity are tiny, but on these we stand. So once upon the podium, a crucifix we then erect, And nail our hero heartily, hands and feet, we bind his neck. The reasons for our worship fades, our Idol drenched in his own blood, Forgotten are the virtues that we, valued beyond royalty. Such joy we dig his shallow grave, anticipating pains to come. We watch the wriggling dance of death, and laugh light hearted at deaths fun. We pounded out the joyous light. Our saviors buried now for years. A legend now of time gone by, A martyr of forgotten tears.