Standing in front of the mirror, he feels vulnerable
Until he starts the process of putting on his armor
It’s part the ritual and part the layers of protection.
That makes him feel invulnerable, especially with the addition of the power tie.
Creating pictures to represent data
Has a power unto its own
And we react to that image in about a half a second
Reaching conclusions without really knowing the story behind it
That is why even though a picture is a thousand words, they could all be lies
As her alarm heralded a new call to battle
Randi braced herself for another day in the trenches
Making her coffee extra strong, it sent her heart racing
On went her power suit and matching shoe briefcase combo
Reaching for her favorite pen, she was ready for war
Punish the oppressed
Obliterate all knowledge of their humanity
We can blame them for the problems they have
Even if we were the ones who perpetuated them
Really it as simple of an abuse as that
Reigning over everything he could see
Oliver placed his fists on his hips and chuckled
Yes, this is what supreme power felt like
And then his dreams and delusions shattered
Lily walked in and handed him a mop and bucket
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Reach deep down inside of you when you feel dead
It’s there where you’re power resides
Set it loose upon your world
Everyone will fear your inner zombie
Undead and dangerous, you climb out of your energy grave
Pushing upright you shuffle off to find your brains
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Looking for the switch, Maribelle stumbled in the dark
It didn’t get any better when she managed to find it
Giving it a flick did nothing to illuminate the situation
Her worst fears were confirmed, the power was out
That meant she had to fend for herself on this dark night
So when she struck her head on the low hanging beam she was blinded by the …
The simple sound of a baby crying pierced the night, causing Bob to bleed from his stubbed toe as he became the first responder. The little bundle of joy was empty of joy, and thus the alarm was going off, but Bob couldn’t find the off switch, even after changing the wet encasing. He tried moving it around to activate the snooze, but that didn’t work either. Soon he decided that the alarm was a low energy notice. He plugged the baby into the recharging device and watched the fluid level on the device drain to zero. The recharge worked, as the baby went back into low power sleep mode. Bob thought about putting the baby where it belonged but worried that the jostling alarm had been reset, and he was worried about setting it off. Instead, he closed his eyes and snuggled the sleeping baby close to his heart.
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Gaining ultimate power, but losing your soul
Anyone want to take that that offer
Useless ideas littering the ruined battlescape
Nearing the end of all that is known
Tell me again, are you interested?
Leave your soul at the door and come on in
Everything will be a different of your choosing
Too bad you really don’t have a choice
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If we could just respect each other
Not want power to enforce our ideals
Society would have its rest
And we would leave fear behind
Now we just keep doing the same thing over and over
Expecting something different.
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