People struggle to make ends meet in a life they never craved
Playing a role they never wanted, like actors on a stage
Being brainwashed into thinking there’s a certain way they must behave
Hostages to a system that’s outdated and depraved

In a world of plastic bubbles and glass ceilings, gold watches dangle from a chain
And we run in step with our directives, like hamsters in a cage
And in the midst of all this madness we pretend that we’re okay
We keep our stories locked inside and our desires at bay

While every one of us is dreaming we’re a superhero in disguise
And there’s a part of us that crumples when we finally realize
That Clark Kent’s just a reporter and Batman’s just a guy
With a really fancy tool belt and a lot of angst inside

But we swallow our disenchantment, forget our childhood fantasies
Fill our bellies with our bitterness, and cause our souls dis-ease.
Yeah we take our dissatisfaction and bury it deep where no one sees
And when it bubbles to the surface we take ourselves off to therapy

In the end we’re all just reflections of a plastic society
No better and no different, trapped inside this tragic comedy
And when you crack the mirror’s surface, you’ll be surprised at what you see
When you crack the mirror’s surface, looking back at you is me.