Lyric Deformed Creatures

Humans born healthy
We converse all the time
Humans born deformed
We avoid all of them

Your body s crippled, your face deformed
Your hand s mutilated, your skin s burnt
My body s well-shaped, my face is striking
My hand s delicate, my skin s very neat

I can t see in your eyes
Why don t you look at me?
You don t belong in our society
You belong in a closed sanatorium

I m shocked by your body
You re angry at our refusal
I m horrified by your face
You re infurious at our inequity

Chorus:
All dreadful beings are creations of god
God has decided you ll live as a clod

God has decided, ill or healthy
He forgot justice
Was this the life you wished for
Spending your life in a closed sanatorium

Chorus