I killed your moniker/psuedonym
You pseudonympho with 1 million, pseudo-friends
Dreams of Mercedes Benz and Botox
BMW's and breast augmentations
Off-the-cuff penis enlargements
Revolution, never started its the
Illusion of progresscreating movement
All we ever gain is momentum
Too scared to follow in footsteps of
Winged mammals that fly away
They stay unaffected by Earthy friction
Only aerodynamics combat them
Contrast that with what goes on here
Whatever happen to coy demeanors
Whatever happened to humanitarian efforts
Everything I loved is a gimmicky ploy
Put in place by technicolor analysts
Working with a nauseating, BIG BROTHER
They show me something shiny
and guess what I did
I called it innovation, sweet innovation
There's a small chance of impotence
...yet they screwed me all the way through
They didn't kill Superman
They killed his Moniker
By moniker I mean Clark Kent
My favorite schizophrenic
See I used to look up to him
Right up until they killed his moniker
I used to beg him for piggy-back rides
He told me of the cruel world
The one he'd shield me from
Metropolis?...I'd ask reluctantly
See the real world is like Metropolis
Well I don't wanna just give this
Well-endowed metaphor away
Its jubilant and gay....no homo
Although thats what I meant to say
I'm straying from the topic a little
What I'm saying is that Superman is God
Metropolis is the world and the devil
He is Bizarro...Hell is Bizarro world
I combat'd him and failed, epicly
These words on my tongue, frail
You are a semi-satanic Lexx Luther
I am society and I rebuke you
Lukewarm tempraments......
You fuckers killed my hero
Well atleast his moniker
You angst-filled slayers of
CLARK KENT
Now the little kid in me rebels
Speaking of purgatory and limbo
The little catholic schoolboy
Speaking of brimstone and repentance
This is the story of a dead moniker
To the naked eye it'll be labeled senseless
WHERE ART THOU FAIR, NIETZSCHE-LIKE MADMEN
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For The Untouched-Elemental Soul
NO JUSTICE!-Spoken Deity