The Scarecrow s Jury

Shadows stretch across
the cobbled square.
The steel blade glints, the crowd will stare.
From the guillotine’s kiss
 to the hemp-knot twist.
We perfected the art of the blackened list
Caesar bled
on marble floors
Kings lost their heads behind closed doors
But the iron stays cold
 and the rope stays tight
We trade the crown for a long goodnight.

Progress built a shiny cage
Replaced the rack with a digital page
But look inside the human soul
The hunger's still... out of control.

HEAR THE AXE FALL!   FALL!  FALL!
Clockwork griiiind!
WATCH THE THRONE CRUMBLE!
GUTTER LAAAAAWS!
Blind and mindleeess!
We’re the hangmen,
we are the humble.
Swing the weight, break the bone
Justice is a rusty throne!
Heads will roll,
necks will crack
THERE IS NO TURNING BAAAAACK!

Priests and poets,
 they write the rules
For the clever thieves and the pathetic fools
The electric chair
hums a bluesy tune
Underneath a cynical moon.
Empires drown
 in a crimson flood
Civilization’s just a mask for blood.
The lever pulls,
 the trapdoor gives
This is the way the species lives.

You sanitize the genocide
Put a tie on the monster’s hide
But peel the skin, what do you find?
The same old claws... the same old grind

HEAR THE AXE FALL!   FALL!  FALL!
Clockwork griiiind!
WATCH THE THRONE CRUMBLE!
GUTTER LAAAAAWS!
Blind and mindleeess!
We’re the hangmen,
we are the humble.
Swing the weight, break the bone
Justice is a rusty throne!
Heads will roll,
necks will crack
THERE IS NO TURNING BAAAAACK!

I sharpen the blade,
 I oil the spring
For the puppet king and the choir to sing
It’s a paradox,
a tragic joke
We strangle the flame before it smokes
Hypocrisy in a uniform
The calm before the bloody storm
We are the judges,
 we are the slaves
Building the gallows for our own graves!

The guillotine rusts...
The rope unravels...
But the instinct...
..the instinct stays the same.

WE ARE THE SCARECROW'S JURY!