Текст песни Stigmata

[L.M. Jenssen / E. Brox]

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
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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