The Island

When you let these pariahs out of the cage
You’re shutting out the sun on all our days
Science can clash swords with holy books-who cares what the winner says
Those spots will come out in the shade
Don’t you dare pour sugar on my plate

Beasts in corrals had their time to roam
All stealth-like before we probe their shells
Screens flash back to years spent at home
Plotting and planning their free entry into hell

Shucked pants will lead to stained skirts
These things can fuck themselves on lonely McNeil
Shooting blanks at poker faces in the dirt
Won’t do anything, without souls, there is no room to feel

 They climbed three levels they can’t descend
Hide the ladder so we can sleep in our own nests at night
Those cracks in smiles and sneers won’t mend
I have a little brother whom they’ll never see again in this life

When you let these pariahs out of the cage
You’re shutting out the sun on all our days
Science can clash swords with holy books-who cares what the winner says
I know they’ll never change!

NOTE: Thank you to BeautifulDisaster for the word suggestion 'pariahs' instead of lepers.

The Island

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