Scarecrows Like Me

I've been a loser in the game of love for such a long time, that sometimes it seems like there's a shadow covering all the light that remains to enlighten the path.

I really wish to know what love is like, to find someone I could contemplate and adore, someone to call mine.

But I feel like if I were locked inside a tower and that there is no one to rescue me.

My dreams are all broken.

I can only see tragedy around me.

I feel the smell of fear and despair, and I don't want to give in, but it is like I have no strength to go on.

The time has come for me to fly away, but my soul is already part of the tower I'm locked in.

There is no Angel to wait for my prays.

And I wonder why I had let my Fallen Angel disappear.

He was the only one to care for my prays and even though I needed him so much, I had let him go.

There are million of voices now, echoing inside my head, they have answers to the questions I don't ask, they are devil spirits I've got to contain, although I confess I cannot.

I believed it was all divine, and even doing so, I watched the world began to die.

There is no salvation anymore, the sacrifice of The Lamb, The Chosen One, does not mean a thing.

And now, that there is nothing more to care about, I tell you, Fallen Angel:

- I surrender, I will leave the tower and go away with the army of Scarecrows, like me.

They know I'm a stranger, and that I'm danger, but they do respect me and love me their way.