Someone tell me that today is today, for today's not a day that will just go away
For crimes of a certain fashion seem to be the world's passion
The call is made to the skies, seeking aid from passersby
But I won't be the hero - I'm just there seated in "C" row.
This theater of hope and wonder, besieged by the sons of plunder
is the world, is our whole; such life becomes our soul.
But I just bide my time and speak to you in rhyme
For I'm no man - I'm a zero, just waiting to become the hero.
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