They can’t be your superman, they admit it in their lyrics.
I can help you face the facts, I drench my cape in truth.
Slow and steady is not my game, unless the crime is you.
Babe your love is killing me, gotta this kryptonite out my veins.
With a slice of my blade you aren’t blood brothers no more.
Paint the curb red with white blood cells,
too bad they couldn’t help you this time.
Perhaps you’ll think next time you commit a crime.
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