Wm3 - Dikta

How would you feel, looking at those faces

Knowing they control your future?

How would you feel, staring into those eyes

If you were only eighteen years of age?

There has always been ignorance and blindness

But not among those perfect peers, right?

There has always been prejudice and hatred

So tell me how you find these twelve right ones

Tell me, little boy

Why’s your hair so black?

Why do you listen to music

That sounds like that?

So tell me, little boy

What’s that book in your hand?

Who have you talked to lately

And what did you say?

He’s the devil

Crazy enough to kill

Or so they say

Have you ever killed a fly?

Laughed when someone fell?

Made an obscene comment

When you saw someone cry?

So tell me, little boy

Do you think it’s the truth i’m after?

I don’t care if you did it

Someone has to pay