come through, hurray!
that's an autumn grey,
on the fast lane he drives
to his ex. And it's sorrow talk.
Ahead nowhere to walk.
And no gun needed, just flex.
Ain't no dough to toast to, and, moreover, to spent.
Whoever is under the mask, he's not a hero no more, Mr. Twofaced, Harvey Dent. Personality galore. He knows his debt.
He's too scared to admit, that it's over for him.
Gotham eats up its heroes for lunch.
So he puts on the crooked grin,
grabs his sins to redeem.
Nothing less than Bruce Wayne or such.
bruce wayne
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