Oh God I feel I have lost my flock   We are scattered and without reason   There is no strength in our stock   The wolves pick up on our weak scent         Trapped by a system that heralds discrimination    Underneath an unclean sun your caste will be revealed    Wallow in servility your branded the Musahar    Toiling while the hours pass so slowly like drifting dust         Held by laws obscene by all is our unfortunate gift to the world   Victims of a religion that blackens me as my neighbors’ slave   Bodies filled with poverty burns slow above the fire   Violence from the provocation of shadows touching higher castes         Oh God I feel I have lost my flock   We are scattered and without reason   There is no strength in our stock   The wolves pick up on our scent         Inside on hallowed sins I pray   To save me from this world that wants to commit suicide          Solo: Tony         Inside on hallowed sins I pray   To save me from this world that wants to commit suicide         Oh God I feel I have lost my flock   We are scattered and without reason   There is no strength in our stock   The wolves pick up on our weak scent