Blind Superman

Could I help you if you were helping me?
Could I save you if you were saving me?
Every day I feel sick about you
No medicine can fix your soul
There’s no reason to believe in you after these years
Maybe it’s too late to see you cry

The zero, the hero, the joker, the dead
The blind, the faithful, the man without God
The man without soul, the superman
Who wants to live thinking about that?

Could I feel you if you were feeling me?
Could I judge you if you were judging me?
Nowadays, I’m just garbage in your pocket
Should I believe in everything you knew?
Ghostly memories of our past are now erased
How have you made this ego die?
They talk about creation
Desecration
Past against lies
Future against lies
They talk about tomorrow minding yesterday