And truth forms a violent wealth
My words are never shallow...
Brigade to brigade, I don\'t have to persuade
This is my life
And I am living my truth
But when it comes to family
There\'s always a price, a price to be paid
For lovely lilies don\'t grow on trees
It is the former persuasion
That lets them die
Oh how much does a rose have to pay
To be alive in the garden?
For roses stay fresh in the summer
But in any other season, they suffer;
Oh why must I suffer
In any other season?
For I am the scapegoat who listens
And I observe the right to be born
For my family and I
Have a misunderstanding
The love between us is gone
And naturally, I do not care
For life is like a piano without the keys
Shall I share my regret
That there\'s no music in here?
Amongst a mystery of mysteries
I can\'t understand
Why a child has to suffer alone
Behold a dead rose
That has gone out to pasture
There is no happily ever after for the bully
And there are so many roadblocks to success
Will the scapegoat ever win?
Why must you project
Your humiliation onto me?
Why must you humiliate me,
When I did nothing wrong?
For I am the scapegoat, don\'t you see?
For my darkness is your darkness, can\'t you see?
And all of the problems I have faced
Are all because of you,
For I am a paranoid desperation!
Caused by an utter abomination
Slaying a thousand swords unto me
And I am scathingly brilliant,
A scathingly brilliant idea!
For months I have denied my creativity
I wish I could bury my family
And never see them again
Unquestionably, there is no single doubt
There is only one chance
That love is defined by gravity
I shall bury this wicked romance!
And when the scapegoat escapes
There shall be freedom
And the walls will break before their eyes
For I am the scapegoat, and I am free
From this lament of entirety.