There's a little Lex Luthor inside of us all
And a little Clark Kent too.
Locked in a constant battle
Constantly fighting
To purge one of the other.

Evil words followed by fierce chides
All inside of my tortured mind.
Is it any wonder
That I hate that Lex Luthor
Who resides inside of me?

Clark's loathing of Lex
Runs very deep
Sending me skidding down a slope
Very steep.

Plunging into darkness
Fighting to the death
Never giving my troubled heart
A much needed rest.

I think too much, that is true.
No wonder my thoughts fall into a constant feud.
Someday, I pray, my thoughts will battle no more.
And Clark Kent will tip the balance
On this wavering, uneven scaled score.