Stigmata

E C#m E E C#m E C#m E C#m E C#m E C#m The holes in my palms E C#m E C#m E C#m Are just like a miniature stigmata, stigmata E C#m E And as the color drains from my fingers C#m E C#m E C#m I'm reminded of the fear, the fear E C#m E C#m It feels like, feels like A C#m A F#m We're falling in the dark, falling in the dark E C#m E Do you see through my best behavior? C#m E C#m Can you see I'm ill from fear E C#m Of failure? E C#m E C#m It feels like, feels like A C#m A F#m C#5 We're falling in the dark, falling in the dark F# G# A G# F# G# A G# (I can feel the sickness) F# G# A G# I can feel the sickness F# G# A G# Taking over my senses F# G# A G# I'll give in to darkness F# G# A B In hopes I can forget E C#m E C#m It feels like, feels like A C#m A F#m We're falling in the dark, falling in the dark E C#m E C#5 It feels like falling in the dark