SCAPEGOAT - Sochromatic
Lyrics by：Camillo Compton
Composed by：Camillo Compton
Produced by：Penny
Blind eye
Turned away from light
Drop dead
You are staying out of sight
Deep cut
Where the river flows
Pay up
For things you don't want to know
When I stand tall I'm most drawn to the abyss
Everything is fine because I'm told it is
All that I did was follow along
Is that so wrong?
Stretching my image out to a distant length
Give me your weakness but none of your strength
Making a monster where only I should be
Changing out my voice when you want to speak
Forcing the weight of mistakes so you don't take the blame
Casting your shadow on my face
Is there something that you want to say?
Waiting and waiting for the black screen
I'm wiping the slate clean
So look at what you made me
And I'm praying the sword will grant me heaven
I'm so impatient
I don't think I can escape it
Waiting and waiting for the black screen
I'm wiping the slate clean
So look at what you made me
And I'm hoping that I might make the cut
I have my eyes wide shut
Wait please
Let me say my piece
Think twice
Is this how it has to be?
Stay back
Step away from me
Hold on
Give me a moment to breathe
My bleating gets drowned out by a roaring crowd
I'm going up to where it is going down
Tied to the horns until I can't move
What does this prove?
Everyone can get a portion of the cake
One for the master and one for the slave
Venus and Saturn aligning in their place
Pushing and pulling trying to make way
Bridging above and below you stand before the gate
Casting your shadow on my face
Is there something that you want to say
Waiting and waiting for the black screen
I'm wiping the slate clean
So look at what you made me
And I'm praying the sword will grant me heaven
I'm so impatient
I don't think I can escape it
Waiting and waiting for the black screen
I'm wiping the slate clean
So look at what you made me
And I'm hoping that I might make the cut
I have my eyes wide shut
Get a ticket out of this
You'll have two
Pick my destination hope you're coming too
Tell me who you have to blame
Now you know
If I pay your debts then I will be the one you owe
I'm waiting and waiting for the black screen
I'm wiping the slate clean
So look at what you made me
And I'm praying the sword will grant me heaven
I'm so impatient
I don't think I can escape it
Waiting and waiting for the black screen
I'm wiping the slate clean
So look at what you made me
And I'm hoping that I might make the cut
I have my eyes wide shut
Placing a fate upon the altar
Tightening the halter
It's too late to be altered
Are you glad that it isn't you for now?
Severing the strands
Using that to wash your own hands
Placing a fate on the altar
Tightening the halter
It's too late to be altered
Oh I'm not sure of which way I will go
But I know all roads lead to Rome
