Stigmata

Come closer
You're safe here now, friend
In the tiny room in my tiny mind
Your bruises tug and mend

Can't control
This feedback in my head
It makes me feel like Jesus
It makes me feel a man

I'm kissing the lovers as they attempt to tempt with
putrid pubescent fumblings that make me
Sicken and retch with every smug wimper
Blood seems to seep through every pore

Can you tell?
Feel my presence?
Can you feel my warm breath spreading down your back?

Blackened
Maligned, misunderstood
Pick the scabs to feel alive
Wouldn't heal if I could

I'm kissing the lovers as they attempt to tempt with
putrid pubescent fumblings that make me
Sicken and retch with every smug wimper
Blood seems to seep through every pore

Can you tell?
Feel my presence?
Can you feel my warm breath spreading down your back?

Sometimes I think I'm Jesus
Sometimes I think I'm fake
Sometimes I think I'm Jesus
Sometimes I think