The Scapegoat

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These are lyrics to a song which is, at the moment, only in my head. Perhaps someday I will be able to get the song onto paper, or into a recording. I hope so...

 The scapegoat

C#m
Dirty hands on the head of the goat
G#m
Filth and blood defile a white coat
F#m
It’s your fault (it’s your fault)…
    G#m
You have no place here,
Be gone

A wilderness, a wilderness
Alone, wandering from myself
(I’m further from my own/home)
Those dirty hands on my back
They still hold me still
They hold me still…

A fathers love, a mothers kiss
A needy hug, a caring fist
It’s your fault it’s your fault it’s your fault
You make me so mean…now...

A trusted friend, and a wicked sin
He said that my beauty, it pulled him in
It’s your fault it’s your fault it’s your fault
Why didn’t you scream?
(it’s your choice now…)
Be gone now...

I hate myself, I punish the sin
guilty hands, they strangle within
I can’t go I can’t go I can’t go,
I am the wilderness... (key change)

I am a worm
-Father forgive me!
They all despise me
-Father forgive me!
Dark forms surround me
-Father forgive me!
My strength has failed me
-Father forgive me!

Why have you
Rejected me-ee?

I can’t forgive you
For what you did not do...

A purple robe, a wretched crown
They made him wear it out of our town
It’s your fault it’s your fault it’s your fault
Be gone now...

Your price is paid
...his words still remain
Your sins are all gone
...but I see the stain
His grace is enough
...but not for this pain
Your old life is gone
...these hands still remain

...those hands remain

What’s yours is mine,
What’s mine is yours
I’ll take all your roses
And leave you the thorns

Thorns
Thorns
Thorns

Twisting them up in our hearts intertwined

Thorns thorns thorns

Crowding and crushing and bruising my mind
(Crushing, obstructing, confusing my mind)

Thorns thorns thorns

Whispers deceiving, say I am the lie

Thorns thorns thorns

Dark figures surrounding, enclosing my sleep

Thorns thorns thorns

I can’t fight you,
Jesus, I am too weak...
I can’t fight you,
Jesus, trying to speak...
I can’t fight you,
Jesus, this weight on my chest
I don’t want you,
Jesus, come to my res-cue...!

Deliver me...

I see you.
..I know
I love you
..I know
I’ve forgiven you
..I know
I’ve named you
..I know
I’ve restored you
..I know

..but these hands...
It was not you!
It was not you!
It was not you!

Weep, weep, weep now my chosen
And cry cry, cry for your pain in
The past, pain in your heart, pain in your future...

...and be free, free
(It wasn’t me)
...and be free , free
(It wasn’t me)

...and be free , free
(It wasn’t me)
...and be free , free
(It wasn’t me)

Warrior soul comin’ in off the dessert
Past the hill that they call the scull
Those hands, they can’t touch him no more
Cause the son, he knows my name...

A
...is free, free
(It wasn’t me)
E
I’m free, free
(It wasn’t me)
F#m
I’m free, free
(It wasn’t me)
A

I’m free

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