Letras:End. Happy Glass.

Everyone's dying,
of their own free will,
their minds have stopped working,
so they take happy pills.
They want to get away,
from the world,
but wait until they see,
me, unfurled.
I am Superman,
if you'll let me go,
who am I?
Well, I really don't know.
Give us... us free,
give us free, man
give us... us free,
please lift the ban.

I once knew a girl,
who loved me,
she's gone now,
across the sea.
Everyone leaves,
they have to break away
they'll keep in touch,
or so they say.
I love everyone,
or else I hate them all,
please love me,
answer the call.