Dikta - WM3 lyrics

How would you feel, looking at those faces, Knowing they control your future? How would you feel, staring into those eyes, If you were only eighteen years of age? There has always been ignorance and blindness But not among those perfect peers, right? There has always been prejudice and hatred So tell me how you find these twelve right ones Tell me, little boy Why's your hair so black? Why do you listen to music That sounds like that? So tell me, little boy What's that book in your hand? Who have you talked to lately And what did you say? He's the devil Crazy enough to k** Or so they say Have you ever k**ed a fly? Laughed when someone fell? Made an obscene comment When you saw someone cry? So tell me, little boy Do you think it's the truth i'm after? I don't care if you did it Someone has to pay