Kryptonite.
Watch my motion-picture memory in your eyes
looking for understanding, looking for why
I feel this way but stay the same and never try
and change, but mull over it inside.
Here I’m day-dreaming of being the hero again,
imagining I caught her so-called mother hitting her and
that I walked on up, my eyes burning into the eyes of a
mother that shouldn’t have been
as I push her into the brick wall
and calmly tell her
that she’ll never do that again, because
the world we live in is fucked up enough
without these monsters hiding behind human faces.
Children are raised and programmed to put up
with domestic violence and psychological manipulation.
Well, welcome back, rude friends, I’m still here documenting the downfall.
Welcome back, black-eyed friends, here’s our advanced civilization,
walking around and about like they’re half-asleep, following old footsteps
that run right off the edge, like a species suicide.
All of them half-brained, half-hoping, half-fearing, half apathetic, in that they
meet at the bottom where older fools have died, or follow
fools like you that drag on in seeds to face the great death twice.
Extinction starts small, then stretches wide,
we kill each other and the land,
but it all starts inside,
change starts small in the lone one’s mind
and you damn us for being blind,
waiting for all this to die, and you
think you can do better this time,
but you’re still like them, like me, just as blind.
We all dream of being superman,
but reality’s kryptonite.
[ 05 January 2003: Message edited by: rewiiired ]
Watch my motion-picture memory in your eyes
looking for understanding, looking for why
I feel this way but stay the same and never try
and change, but mull over it inside.
Here I’m day-dreaming of being the hero again,
imagining I caught her so-called mother hitting her and
that I walked on up, my eyes burning into the eyes of a
mother that shouldn’t have been
as I push her into the brick wall
and calmly tell her
that she’ll never do that again, because
the world we live in is fucked up enough
without these monsters hiding behind human faces.
Children are raised and programmed to put up
with domestic violence and psychological manipulation.
Well, welcome back, rude friends, I’m still here documenting the downfall.
Welcome back, black-eyed friends, here’s our advanced civilization,
walking around and about like they’re half-asleep, following old footsteps
that run right off the edge, like a species suicide.
All of them half-brained, half-hoping, half-fearing, half apathetic, in that they
meet at the bottom where older fools have died, or follow
fools like you that drag on in seeds to face the great death twice.
Extinction starts small, then stretches wide,
we kill each other and the land,
but it all starts inside,
change starts small in the lone one’s mind
and you damn us for being blind,
waiting for all this to die, and you
think you can do better this time,
but you’re still like them, like me, just as blind.
We all dream of being superman,
but reality’s kryptonite.
[ 05 January 2003: Message edited by: rewiiired ]
