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