Non-Toxic — текст песни (Sr-71)

I`m one of those things you save forever but never need
Like an old newspaper no one has time to read
This child has grown into a dead end
Since I lost the power to pretend

But it`s alright, that`s who I am inside
Not much to say on this non-toxic, ordinary day

That`s no superhero standing right in front of us
So take this pocket full of kryptonite and beat it back to Metropolis
There`sonly room for one on this microphone
In my finest hour I`m still alone

But old news can change, as memories float downstream
So don`t judge me by my failures, only by my dreams