A leper seated on the corner of a street in the new world Crying sorely, as he was destined for so much more Nobody helps him, they are busy reaching for the sun No more love or care, the leper is the last one He was the strongest, he was determined to help the weak He caught what he fought, the hatred of a world gone sick Condemned for an imperfect world, the path to hell in sight The bringer of light was blamed for the darkness of the night To count towards infinity within borders of finitude A lesser perfection, to obey is to break the rules Through quantum steps the path to hell is eternally trod It is time to break the seal of empathy What was true has become a lie Gravity will set you free Unleash upon the world your true misery Invite them to your labyrinth Make them pay for their sins Dare them step through the door Into the lair of the minotaur The cornerstone of their playground will soon be gone Their punishment is to become what they have done
leper, finitude, world, minotaur, sorely