Songtext von 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]