You dress me in the colours
That you want to see
You know enough to sit and judge
Before setting eyes on me
There is nothing I can do or say
That will make your prejudice sway
Pariah
Vox populi
Vox dei
Pariah
The voice of the people is the voice of God
I run the gauntlet daily
The ignorance of your eyes
The violence under the surface
Just waiting to be scratched
It seems a world of uniformity
Is what you want and need
And for offending your autocracy
I have to be made to bleed
You can form only one expression
That of senseless destruction
Pariah
Vox populi
Vox dei
Pariah
The voice of the people is the voice of God
I run the gauntlet daily
The ignorance of your eyes
The violence under the surface
Just waiting to be scratched
Hidden secure behind your strength of numbers
"Nobly" you uphold the idée reçu
Espousing values, simply mirrored
To think for yourself just wouldn't be you
You see original thought as sin
Your scornful bleatings form a Luddite hymn