Hemlock - Diöde

Hemlock for Socrates, who did not know his place

The modern poisoner would dare not show his face

So fill my goblet, and I’ll pull it to the dregs

And lay me down when I can’t feel my legs

How casually we do what cannot be undone

How frivolous it seems to vote and kill someone

Do me a service now, look me in the eyes

You’ll go on knowing that I was afraid to die