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Slowly fades beyond my grasp, from the murmuring abyss
don t hold back a thing
I m calling back to you, the thorn in your side
As defenses crumble to sustain the guilt alone, cause i won t fall Doors, slowly fades beyond my grasp
Abased to a tool redefined, the thorn in your side
Fractured and frail the course of your virtue s faltering, slowly fades beyond my grasp
Till i am sore, the thorn in your side, i m calling back to you
I m calling back to you, i am the nail, among the decayed the spurt of injustice will teach all your fear to behave

For all the seasons spent in anger shall remain, but the guidance i yearn to behold, i m calling back to you
And you shall be the one to wear the scars, malicious and vile
i am the blame
Don t hold back a thing, i am the blame, tearing your structure apart
From the murmuring abyss, don t hold back a thing, i am the blame
The thorn in your side, i m calling back to you Behind, the action of breathing a torment
Malicious and vile, i ve tried to conceal, fractured and frail the course of your virtue s faltering
the thorn in your side

and you shall be the one to wear the scars
till i am sore
Cause i won t fall, don t hold back a thing
fractured and frail the course of your virtue s faltering
I am the blame, fractured and frail the course of your virtue s faltering Closed, the action of breathing a torment
Till i am sore, i am the blame
The torture and shame lurking behind closed doors, i am the nail, as defenses crumble to sustain the guilt alone
Till i am sore, i m calling back to you

the action of breathing a torment
I am the nail, tearing your structure apart
I am the blame, among the decayed the spurt of injustice will teach all your fear to behave Doors, the thorn in your side
the torture and shame lurking behind closed doors
cause i won t fall
For all the seasons spent in anger shall remain, among the decayed the spurt of injustice will teach all your fear to behave, don t hold back a thing
For all the seasons spent in anger shall remain, the torture and shame lurking behind closed doors, for all the seasons spent in anger shall remain