Pray that's not a mirror,
Pray it's not real life,
Pray You're just in dream zone,
That you're not alive.

But that sole reflection,
Shows the truthfull side,
Pray It's just deceiving,
Pray you can't see right.

If your prayers can't be,
Heard by mighty God,
Then your nearest prospects,
Must seem really bad.

Don't try look inside you,
You'll need to forget,
If you search and find out,
You were born a slave.

You can't fight the Masters,
Please just go to bed,
Forces that control you,
Are way over your head.

You'll fall in the same hole,
Again and Again,
Not able to come up,
Covered by the shame.

Loosing all your chances,
And being able to tell,
You do know the answer,
By logic, You're in hell.