Stigmata - Lyrics - Abstrakt Algebra

Like a ton of bricks The ultimate fix In this 'shangri-la' I'm the human crucifix Brutalized penetration Nine inch salvation The ecclestical thrill Instant life refill Pandemonic pain Relation profane A neurotic mission To purified non-fiction Magnified recussance The salt of the endurance But I hate the pleasance Of iconized acceptance It's called frustration It's called frustration So called frustration Who needs frustration I need frustration We need frustration As a product of the environment I accept the causes of the jungle Mentally. But when I walk through the Shadow of the valley of death I fear all evil I hide under my stone Where my ego can be alone From all violated eyes And supersonic lies Stigmata Ethno-cultural storms Butterflies and worms Aphasic isolation And total aggravation An observing eye When worlds collide The apathic relation Is like clinical *** Stigmata