Letras
They crowned the ring with a makeshift court
Said justice came as last resort
Her eyes were wet, her tether creaked
And none would speak of what they'd seek
They blamed the beast with no defense
Paraded fear as righteous sense
Gave her a crime, gave her a rope
A pageantry of heavy smoke"You can't let rage go unaddressed!"
They barked with flags pinned to their chests
What crime is this?
What judge, what rope?
It takes a crowd to feed the smoke
She swung like guilt in the rusted sky
And none of us looked her in the eye
They made a stage from shame and rail
Forged a law too big to scale
No mercy weighed, no silence spared
The strong all pointed, the weak all stared
Her name was Mary. She crushed a man
He struck her first. That changed the plan
The only trial was public thirst
To prove that beasts deserved much worse
What crime is this?
What judge, what rope?
It takes a crowd to feed the smoke
She swung like guilt in the rusted sky
And none of us looked her in the eye
In Erwin's lot, the deed was done
A circus act for everyone
The crowd dispersed, the story spread
Of justice served and conscience dead
Her chain still lies in soil and rust
No plaques, no names, just trampled dust
And every town she marched through grieves
In silence hung from aging beams