FUDGE.

Don't shock the world by taking off the mask,
because in this time, anonymity is all you have.
You do all your damage without the guns that they use,
They counter with the kryptonite water that leaves you melted and bruised;
Momentary damage control is all you are, so why do they call you hero?
Cant save them, they always crush you, despite the libido.
The songs that matter are rewritten with their names.
You bring yourself to sing along this time,
it's not the way it hurts your mind, its the brain you have to tame,
cause being that pretty baby, should be a crime.
Come out of your space, please show me what I need.
the supply of my crutch-drug is so dangerously thin.
Give me the tools, and I'll make my own home,
high school football could be your claim to fame, and who am I to judge?
it's time to retire a crime fighter; have your cake; eat your fudge.