Open the gate to the Leper Colony
To a catalogue of quarantined ideas
Where the one eyed madmen are imprisoned by the blind
To the open sore beneath a concrete sky
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate to the place of all lost causes
To the death of dreams, to the road that goes nowhere
To the drone of traffic passing by outside
And the rubbish sacks melting in the sun
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate
Open the gate to a thousand unknown faces
That hide behind a thousand different masks
Where you become a stranger to yourself
In the cattle truck at the end of the line
Open your mind
Open your mind
Open the gate to the prison of your mind
To the hanging room of your imagination
To the death of meaning and all that went before
You’re a dead man walking, to the wall.
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open your mind, its the last Leper Colony
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
