Where is the passion, the love? We ask,
Our hearts quick to be angry and hate.
Where is the equality!? We demand.
Never lifting a hand to change our fate.
Our voices sing of Peace and Justice
Stubborn fingers point at those we blame,
But our actions: Benedict! They betray us,
And I often wonder – Where is my shame?
I can promise to be a better man,
But I won’t, our words are fickle day-to-day,
When every time I look into that mirror,
I see my finger pointed back this way
When my blood is made of Kryptonite,
How can I wear this red “S” on my chest?
Stumble and fall, I’m my own worst enemy,
With my eyes closed, I blend in with the rest.