Stigmata کے بول

The holes in my palms are Just like a miniature stigmata Stigmata As the colour 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 Can 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 we’re falling in the dark