Innocent

I am blind to the premonitions in my head
Something is brewing in the town pit
No one can see the horrors of the mind
but we'll soon see who suffers the most
Those who stand among you stand the proudest
The damned speak louder when you silence them
Throw them out to dry so your sins wash away
But you cannot escape the truth that is your burden
It is a witch hunt but which witch is the one
in which you blame for it?
The rat scampers off while
the Piper leads the herd to another parade
You blame the innocent for your own mistakes
But blood is on your hands
for the crime you committed
against them