Stigmata Songtext
von Pale Forest

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

Hold your head
Thinking I was quite the match to
Feed your soul
I couldn′t see you running empty

I was digging in your source
Scared myself inside the sun
The wounds appearing with the tries
Made me feel like Jesus Christ


Christ, Christ, Christ, Christ
Christ, Christ, Christ, Christ

Some of the peace we made leave
Left me thinking you heard my call
Somehow that made me believe
All the bricks in the wall would fall
Would fall

Gave myself
A place upon your highest shelf
And for that sin
I'll always be condemned within

I was digging in your source
Scared myself inside the sun
The wounds appearing with the tries
Made me feel like Jesus Christ


I think I′m depressed