While each person has

His or her own ambitions

The wants and need of

Our personalities and

The cravings of our bodies

Do seem to be the same

Under everything understood

Lies something a little insane

Without the madness

This world would be nothing

Nothing but sorrow and sadness

With all the times we've tried

To lead this world into peace

We always end up fighting

And it never seems to cease

Why can't we just accept

That this world will never be

What it is we want to see

It'll always have the scars

And those faces hidden in masks

We'll never know the true identity

Of a masked hero

Until we watch their show on

TV