What if the mirror could see more than skin
If it could reflect the truth and the sin
The deep reaches of all that you are
And if it could, would the world care?
The world is an image, it is not real
It is a facsimile of what you're supposed to feel
It holds a grasp so tight that you have to lie
Else the truth would cause your spirit to die.
We are the downtrodden, the ones who see
What you think we are is not what we're meant to be
We put on our masks, pretend to be you
But in truth we are but one of the few.
We are more than cattle, we rise above,
We live for knowledge, and look for love.
Search for humanity, don't be the machine,
Give all that you are and live what you dream.
