Paroles de Ode To Deformity

Deformity is not a curse But a rare gift that we should keep Burned by critics in inquisition fires Out of fear of our essence Crucified on the cross of offended feelings It still cannot be destroyed Deformity is a sense of beauty measure The path to harmony Deformity is the oldest known religion The main source of life Ugliness is a cause and power of life Our alpha and omega of perception Hideousness is our origin The begining of everything If you call yourself a human being You declare its supremacy Beyond the time, as an absolute dogma It is revealed in every form indeed We are all descendants of deformity We grow from its seed