Playing the Martyr

Is this what you expected from me? trembling in the light asking if i am innocent. neck arched down, morning blue light sleeps with you tonight. are you innocent, are you innocent? mother mary looking down across this mess that we've laid out. you said i gave up, i gave up on you. you should have know that you would have to cast your shadows down on us. then the first shot rang out! why would you ask if i was innocent, what would give you the reason? why?