Matthew Mossotti

Ultra-Guy

By Matthew Aaron Mossotti

When you’re broken-hearted, trashed, and torn apart from between in the darkness where your burdens start to harden into stone, you only cry out, “Oh, woe is me,” and you are walking doubt; you fiend…

Whoa, oh, oh, Ultra-Guy!

Yeah you fly so high to fall so far to live a lie…

Whoa, oh, oh, Ultra-Guy!

So you save the day, but you can’t save yourself!!!

Alone and at last, you make ways with your vice, so you pretend you’ve found perfect paradise and you’ll figure out the rest in time inside your cell. May you rest in peace; you dream…

Whoa, oh, oh, Ultra-Guy!

Yeah you fly so high to fall so far to live a lie…

Whoa, oh, oh, Ultra-Guy!

So you save the day, but you can’t save yourself!!!

The truth is; you’re lost and found; you’re lost and found… Yeah you are lost and found…