Paroles de Sokrates Must Die

His tongue his sword A godless weapon Armed with questions he wanders the streets Conquering the mind Fighting the blind Sokrates must die Lesser man claims Wisdom is all mine Yet all your wisdom Is pale, fragile and declined He knows that he don't know The wisdom of imperfection He is the remedy of our misfortunes Sokrates must die No fear of dying No will to escape A gadfly that's whipping fury Only sentence is death Impiety of the gods Corrupting the youth with lies Hemlock will stop his tongue He proved us all wrong Sokrates must die