Behind Closed Doors
Condemning, the single thoughts of damnation
Unending, the living caught off guard
Stretch the story and cover loose ends
Pick the pieces up, put them in the hollow
Where you'll find me, sunk in sorrow
Essence of depression, haunt me as I roam
papers rustle as winds blow them down
the alley as a fox, come to life in all dark
Only the rain keeps time bent on its knees
March through halls like slaves in a cage
Am I lying or are these what's happening in me
The loudest screams are locked inside, beyond closed doors
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