Superman Is Dead

It wonít be much excellent, peopleís killing what they learn
Paranoid fire puts the smile out of my face
It wonít be memorable, people colors glowing bright
The price of fame they pay, smashes me up for what the say

Now Iíve been locked in this wild trap world
Maybe Iím wrong. When the way is down and Iíll be gone
My mindís still breathing in this hell forsaken time.
I wonít give up, raising my blood

Iíll be going to the place
Where someone could make me smile
Iím still lost but can not stopÖ
People colors start the war

Whereís the truth, whereís the lie
All they got is about the price
Living the anger and eternal lies