Meritocracy Wears Boots

You choose what donut that you want to taste
He looks like shit for what he can eat
You heat up your sweet coffee and cover yourself with it
He looks for a cardboard down the road, so he can sleep

Your gate-your world-your gate, his limit

You lock your house and get your damn guns
She hides in a hole and prays not to be raped
You believe in a world served by some virtual waiter
All that she can do all day is wait

Your gate-your world-your gate, her limit
Your gate-your world-your gate, their limit

Segregation all over the place, you know
And you come talking: The ones who persist will win
How can you measure the will of a person?
You know nothing about their condition!

Meritocracy wears boots, you got to believe me
With indifference, hypocrisy - yeah, they keep the system running
Violence, hunger, right in front of your window
You win easy, while many others cry and die

Selfishness kills
Lack of empathy kills
Dictatorship kills
Fuck meritocracy