Pariah Lyrics

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.

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.