Bhutan is the plains where the elephants and the castaways roam
For the next 39 days we call it home
Blindside after blindside rocks the island and parts it
Disturbing it's delicate nature so we can make a profit
Not only is it an island divided
But I didn't realize there would be no healthcare provided
After 39 days these people stop being strangers
We can all sense their dangers
More like siblings to all of us
But we have to send them out on the next bus
In the end we all answer to the reaper
Our own judge, jury, and keeper
This is a car and we are the driver
This is just a game; this....is.......Survivor!