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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 SongtexteI 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 Aus Songtexte Mania