Beneath the Cape

(mmmmm-hmmmmm) I put the glasses on to hide the fire in my eyes

Just another face beneath the heavy gray skies Suit and tie on,

blending in with the crowd Keeping my head down,

never speaking out loud Just a mild-mannered man in a world full

of noise Suppressing the power,

the strength, and the voice

But under the surface,

the pressure is building tight

Waiting for the moment to step into the light When the enemy

comes, I tear the disguise away No more blending in,

no more games to play Stepping out the booth,

flying high above the rain Unleashing the power,

breaking every chain (yeah)

They pushed too hard,

now they gotta see the truth No phone booth needed,

I'm proof of the youth Rising from the asphalt,

faster than a bullet speed Answering the call for the justice that

we need

S on my chest,

red cape in the wind This is where the Clark Kent story

has to end

No more disguise. (no more,

no more) Just the skies.