Stigmata - Basement

The holes in my palms

Are just like a miniature stigmata, stigmata

And as the color drains from my fingers

I’m reminded of the fear, the fear

It feels like, feels like

We’re falling in the dark, falling in the dark

Do you see through my best behavior?

Can you see I’m ill from fear

Of failure?

It feels like, feels like

We’re falling in the dark, falling in the dark

I can feel the sickness

Taking over my senses

I’ll give in to darkness

In hopes I can forget

It feels like, feels like

We’re falling in the dark, falling in the dark

It feels like falling in the dark