In this cyber-hangover
I have to get some space
All my ideas and idols are
In death's warm embrace
It's about the closest
We'll get to the truth
Stuck like a superhero
In a telephone booth
We need some new heroes
But we got stuck between
The one's and the zero's
We need a hero or two
To get us out of this mess
I heard that Klark Kent expired
Or he's out of town, I guess
Our prophets are liars
You know it's kind of tragic
We live in the new world
But we've lost the magic
