Heroes Live Forever

Stuck in a tomorrow’s dream that I have never had,
Tied up to the railway, waiting for the train,
They stole all of my innocence, they stole all of my pride,
I turned into a creature who hates the pure daylight.
I’ve been separated from the only part of me
That always tried to fight them, the one who always screamed;
I’ve been a savage, lost, wandering the lands,
I’ve been a pirate, a loser, a preacher and a thief,
The revolution’s always been the purpose of my life
I’ve always raised my fist and looked them in the eyes
But the cancer’s in the rational and smarter part of me,
Some changed me from the inside, I’m what I always feared,
I’ve been the witness to the end of my good immorality,
I’ve tried to break the mirror, but that was always me
Alas, at last, I found the only way to kill this me:
I set the house on fire and fled to catch my dreams
And I don’t really mind to put a counter on my life
Cause heroes quite prefer to work on a deadline.
Crushed to death and born again, hiding in the dark,
Clawed onto the floorboards, nurturing my spark,
I breastfeed all my broken dreams, I coil up in my art,
See, I got rhymes and operas and they be fucking blind.
It seems to be a frozen limbo, breathing from the sides,
A marching band of yes-men addicted to their ties,
A masquerade of skinny shapes, reprimands and whines,
What am I even writing ‘bout, what am I doing now?

Guess I don’t care,
Guess I’m done whimpering, dear paper,
I may have let the child inside stray a bit further,
Guess we’re the same,
Guess we all hate at one point or another,
Fair point, heroes do live forever, that’s true,
But do I even want to?