Stigmata Lyrics

Stigmata lyrics

When I was down, you were up 

never feeling the pain at all 

When you were down, you kept shut 

all the doors that made you small 



Held your hand 

thinking I was quite the man 

to feed your soul 

I couldn't see you running empty 



I was digging in your sores 

scarred myself inside the source 

The wounds appearing with the tries 

Made me feel like Jesus Christ 



Some of the fears we made leave 

left me thinking you heard my call 

Somehow that made me believe 

all the bricks in your wall would fall 



Gave myself 

a place upon the highest shelf 

and for that sin 

I'll always be condemned within 



I was digging in your sores 

scarred myself inside the source 

The wounds appearing with the tries 

Made me feel like Jesus Christ 

now I pay the price