Scapegoat
There’s no reason
You’re the curse
Open season
No truth
No law
Caged up
Locked down
Begging for your life
Not the first
Or the last to ask why
Pogrom
Witch hunt
Screaming for your head
Faceless
Nameless
Calling for your death
A trial in the streets
A mob mentality
The mindless swarm
Their fascist overlord
Hammer of the state
Cleans the slate
With speed and despair
All once solid melts to air
A constant air of fear
The gulag of the mind
Where endless dread
Fills empty lives
You never can know
When your time
Is up