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