Pariah - Libitina

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