Behind Closed Doors

Fractured and frail
The course of your virtue's faltering
Among the decayed
The spurt of injustice will teach all your fear 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, to face the all much more

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, 'til 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