Messiah - 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