The holes in my palmsAre just like a miniature stigmata, stigmataAnd as the color drains from my fingersI'm reminded of the fear, the fearIt feels like, feels likeWe're falling in the dark, falling in the darkDo you see through my best behavior?Can you see I'm ill from fearOf failure?It feels like, feels likeWe're falling in the dark, falling in the darkI can feel the sicknessTaking over my sensesI'll give in to darknessIn hopes I can forgetIt feels like, feels likeWe're falling in the dark, falling in the darkIt feels like falling in the dark