The sun dissipates beyond the overcast sky
Turning to a faint shade of grey
An impenetrable mantle of clouds
Draws the light from my vision

A gloomy ordeal, a morbid sight
As I lay here in darkness
the shadows cast a sihouette
it talks to me, condescendingly

I am but a scapegoat of despair
Conjuror of demons

Do your flowers bloom?
Do they stand in vivid glory
Beneath the sun, are they ever resilient
Or do they perish in plain sight

(For) I am the scapegoat of destruction
Conjuror of demons