STIGMATA ENOUGH

I got stigmata enough

To bleed an ox

The blood in my eyes

It keeps dripping

I light frankincense

And carry a cross

So tell me, God

What am I missing

There are patron saints

And grand applause

There are halls of angels

Still singing

There are descending stairways

And the devil's claws

So come drown me, God

In your wisdom

I've had revelations

That light the dark

I hear the holy dove

When she's singing

I don't sleep at night

‘Cause I get lost

So come find me, God

If you're looking

I light my candles in the dark

I kiss the feet of your pilgrims

I've done what I could, God

And I've paid the cost

The price we pay

To be living.