Always in alarm mode, always on the run Reading every shadow, fearing everyone Learning how to listen to the silent war inside Trying to survive the truth they tried to hide They rewrote every story, painted black to white Made the wound look holy, called the darkness light Told me I was broken, told me I was wrong So I carried all their silence far too long Hiraeth in my body Longing for a home That never really held me That never was my own I am the scapegoat, I carry their blame I am the echo they tried to name I am the silence, I am the cry But I am still here, I did not die E-scapegoat, breaking free Walking back to what is me In the quiet I finally see There is a home inside of me Strategic conversations, power in disguise Control wrapped in kindness, truth behind the lies Keeping me dependent, feeding on my fear Peace was never welcome if I came too near Gaslight in the hallway, mirrors in the dark Questioning my memory, questioning my heart If I lose my footing, they can keep the throne If I lose myself, they never stand alone Hiraeth in my breathing Calling me to stay In the quiet center Where they fade away I am the scapegoat, I carried their shame I am not the sinner in their holy game I am the witness, I am the sky Watching their shadows passing by E-scapegoat, breaking free Walking back to what is me In the stillness I finally see There is a home inside of me They needed a landfill for their fear and pain A human container for their hidden shame But silence is a teacher and truth is a flame And I am not the target of their game I was the scapegoat, now I let it go I am the river, I choose the flow I am the breathing, I am the light Finding my way back into the night E-scapegoat, finally free Nothing left they can take from me Hiraeth turns to clarity I am my own home, finally
