The plague which is bestowed upon you
Will it consume me too
Am I strong enough to face the daggers
Am I brave enough to hold my head high as it shatters
The iced fingers of judgement grabs hold of my soul
I twist & fight to gain back control
I will not fall victim to the popular sacrifice
Use your fingers to try & intice
I run away from te mouths of the grotesque
But the exhaustion befalls me & sorrow devours my chest
For I am the Scapegoat

The aroma that fills your nostrils is nothing short of hell
But throw the blame on me, I'm sure I'll use it well
"A soul that's weak cannot have feeling"
"A girl such as you is no real being"
I fight to love , I fight to live
But mercy is something you cannot give
So take your swords, your daggers, your knives
And slaughter the life you despise
Set free to my tortured soul at last
And contain my revolting body behind glass
A life without him has no reason
And I'll fade away like the memories' seasons
for I am the Scapegoat