In my mind I see them, gloriously awash with exaggeration
Technicolor saviours, larger than life greater than death
Very real figments brought to life by imagination of childlike fragmentation
And there was a time when if I believed I believed, I’d believe I could fly
So through pubescent adolescence my powers have lessened
Till I’ve become nothing more than nostalgic remembrance
Naive or prophetic it’s dismissed as eccentric
Non believers deny it’s the fight for true justice
My delusion feeds confusion, while my innocence lays dead
Exposing limitations of these secret supermen
They cannot save anyone unless they saved themselves
So costumes make new friends with skeletons and moths
Will I ever, ever, ever land this never, never, never man
Psychological diversions could mutate into perversion
Should a hero be afraid of supernatural dysfunction?
The darkness of my human suit awakes me from my reason
They fade into some archive, these heroes up for sale
Saving people in past tenses, defined by there own hell
Imagining scenarios the ones that haunt our dreams
When the worst things that could happen a hero proves his will
Thwack, Kapow, thadoom, Kaboom
Legends super human are graphically renewed
But no one that I’ve met bends steel or climbs up walls
The hero of the human is will to act, that’s all
There are people who are heroes, they do what must be done
Whatever cost they’ll pay the price if death is what’s beyond,
Sense of duty, life perspective, they’re the ones that are protectors
The act itself reminds us that this something lives within us
Our metaphor screen saviour has been reborn by celluloid
Into nothing more than comic strips, cheap toys but something more
So clinically and digitally, synthetically so cynically
The hero that’s within us is not literally just literary
So back to the beginning and I am just what I am
Yes, yes you’re just guessing, I’m a boy stuck in a man
Old enough to know much better, but this fool don’t give a damn
Supermen to me aren’t fiction they are hope and love and spam
Technicolor saviours, larger than life greater than death
Very real figments brought to life by imagination of childlike fragmentation
And there was a time when if I believed I believed, I’d believe I could fly
So through pubescent adolescence my powers have lessened
Till I’ve become nothing more than nostalgic remembrance
Naive or prophetic it’s dismissed as eccentric
Non believers deny it’s the fight for true justice
My delusion feeds confusion, while my innocence lays dead
Exposing limitations of these secret supermen
They cannot save anyone unless they saved themselves
So costumes make new friends with skeletons and moths
Will I ever, ever, ever land this never, never, never man
Psychological diversions could mutate into perversion
Should a hero be afraid of supernatural dysfunction?
The darkness of my human suit awakes me from my reason
They fade into some archive, these heroes up for sale
Saving people in past tenses, defined by there own hell
Imagining scenarios the ones that haunt our dreams
When the worst things that could happen a hero proves his will
Thwack, Kapow, thadoom, Kaboom
Legends super human are graphically renewed
But no one that I’ve met bends steel or climbs up walls
The hero of the human is will to act, that’s all
There are people who are heroes, they do what must be done
Whatever cost they’ll pay the price if death is what’s beyond,
Sense of duty, life perspective, they’re the ones that are protectors
The act itself reminds us that this something lives within us
Our metaphor screen saviour has been reborn by celluloid
Into nothing more than comic strips, cheap toys but something more
So clinically and digitally, synthetically so cynically
The hero that’s within us is not literally just literary
So back to the beginning and I am just what I am
Yes, yes you’re just guessing, I’m a boy stuck in a man
Old enough to know much better, but this fool don’t give a damn
Supermen to me aren’t fiction they are hope and love and spam
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