Cryptopsy Red-skinned Scapegoat
Shackled and confined within this tiny cell
I await punishment for a crime I did not commit
Flies and rats accompany me here
The bars gleam moist with condensation
As I sit throughout my last sunrise
This tiny island was called Admiral when I first
arrived
Now it's overpopulated and infested
Framed for murder
Another red-skinned scapegoat
My hatred of diversity condemned me
The man they believed I killed
Was sitting at peace when he was shot in the back
His dining room table became his deathbed
Flimsy evidence supporting an airtight case
The murder weapon misplaced
Fallen coincidentally to the bottom of the lake
His wife glared at me in the courtroom
A devilish stare I will never forget
Her tear-streaked face radiated with a glint of hope
As the judge revealed his verdict
So now I wait as the sun slowly rises
Counting on my last hours
Pleading for forgiveness
Although I am guiltless
The time has now arrived they are standing outside my
chamber
The noose has been set and the crowd has gathered
The noon sun blinds me as I approach the gallows
So much that I can't see my family weeping at the back
of the square
Tied and bound with a burlap sack over my head
I can only hear what they are doing to me
The last thing I perceive is the gasp of the crowd
Just before the rope swings taut
Framed for murder
Another red skinned scapegoat
Left to hang
In another man's place
Framed for murder
Another red skinned scapegoat
Eternal red skinned scapegoat
