Stigmata

You grab me by the hand

To worship things we can't see

You pray aloud to your gods

But he's not listening

You lost yourself to your rituals

You lost yourself to your rituals

You lost yourself to your rituals

I see something in you

I see nothing

I see something in you

I see nothing

You pray aloud to your gods

But he's not listening

You lost yourself to your rituals

You lost yourself to your rituals

You lost yourself to your rituals

You lost yourself to your rituals

You lost yourself to your rituals

You lost yourself to your rituals

It's all out of my hands

It's all out of my hands

It's all out of my hands

It's all out of my hands