Sciolists Lyrics


Intro Chorus

Now tell me, you could you walk a mile in my shoes


How many steps would it take before you refuse?


How many steps would it take for you?


To admit that all along you knew

Verse 1

I tell you why, that evil prospers and good men die

By the hands of sciolists that fortify

Conformist mandates that all endure


Lest you be cast out and forthwith immured

Pre-Chorus 1

Imitation is innovation in revisionist history


The repackaged repainted walls of the archaic society

Seniority’s authority breeds elder immaturity

Tyrannical piety, perpetual dubiety for all

Chorus 1

Now tell me, you could you walk a mile in my shoes


How many steps would it take before you refuse?


How many steps would it take for you?


To admit that all along you knew

How many mere paces could you endure

Before the pain forces you to implore

Mercy from those to whom you cast this lot

The Sensibilities that you besought

Verse 2

The Armchair experts who decide


Who gets passage, and who’s denied

To stand for one is to fall for all

Collective relegation to devolve

Pre-Chorus 2


Stand tall, alone if you must

remain a pillar through settled dust

How soon we let them forget

And compound interest on our debts

When they equate equality with personal depravity


There’s decreased opportunity, pecuniary tragedy for all

Chorus 2

Now tell me, you could you walk a mile in my shoes


How many steps would it take before you refuse?


How many steps would it take for you?


To admit that all along you knew

How many mere paces could you endure

Before the pain forces you to Implore

Mercy from those to whom you cast this lot

The sensibilities that you besought

Bridge

The courage to open the door

To let the world into to explore

To live the words upon the page

Pride makes a fool of the wisest sage

Solo

Chorus 3

Now tell me, you could you walk a mile in my shoes


How many steps would it take before you refuse?


How many steps would it take for you?


To admit that all along you knew

How many mere paces could you endure

Before the pain forces you to implore

Mercy from those to whom you cast this lot

The sensibilities that you besought