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]
Criaturas Deformes
Humanos nacen sanos
Conversamos todo el tiempo
Humanos nacen deformes
Los evitamos a todos
Tu cuerpo está lisiado, tu rostro deformado
Tu mano mutilada, tu piel quemada
Mi cuerpo está bien formado, mi rostro es llamativo
Mi mano es delicada, mi piel muy pulcra
No puedo ver en tus ojos
¿Por qué no me miras?
No perteneces a nuestra sociedad
Perteneces a un sanatorio cerrado
Me impacta tu cuerpo
Estás enojado por nuestro rechazo
Me horroriza tu rostro
Estás furioso por nuestra inequidad
[Estribillo:]
Todas las criaturas horribles son creaciones de dios
Dios ha decidido que vivirás como un despojo
Dios ha decidido, enfermo o sano
Olvidó la justicia
¿Era esta la vida que deseabas?
Pasando tu vida en un sanatorio cerrado
[Estribillo]
Escrita por: Andy Kaina / Remo Broggi