When the coward doesn’t turn and run
When the cry at night is heard
When the mime finds to use his tongue
When dignity can become absurd

When the slave controls his master
When the sidewalk finds its end
When lightning can’t go faster
And the princess finds her trend

When the sun cannot set
And the weather man is right
When the priest makes his filthy bet
And the bloodthirsty cannot fight

When your mask of beauty will not fit
When the prophets have no way to tell
When the workaholics finally quit
And you self inflict your very hell