
Date of issue: 08.06.2015
Song language: English
Behind Closed Doors |
Fractured and frail the course of your virtue’s faltering |
Among the decayed the spurt of injustice will teach all your fears to behave |
I am the nail |
The thorn in your side, I’m calling back to you |
I am the blame |
The torture and shame lurking behind closed doors |
I see the rejection slowly taking control |
As defenses crumble to sustain the guilt alone |
Abased to a tool redefined, the action of breathing a torment |
Malicious and vile, unknown to yourself, tearing your structure apart |
I am the nail |
The thorn in your side, I’m calling back to you |
I am the blame |
The torture and shame lurking behind closed doors |
I’ve tried to conceal |
From the murmuring abyss |
But the guidance I yearn to behold |
Slowly fades beyond my grasp |
Come forth, don’t hold back a thing, 'cause I won’t fall |
And you shall be the one to wear the scars |
Leeches feeding on my wounds, till I am sore |
For all the seasons spent in anger shall remain |
I am the nail |
The thorn in your side, I’m calling back to you |
I am the blame |
The torture and shame lurking behind closed doors |