The Routine and Hopes of a Regular Criminal

The ties that bind us

Are being slowly ripped apart

If they’re not mended soon

It will break my heart

I know the source of the pain. Through the night, he flies

It’s the dark vigilante whom we both despise

It was him from the beginning, the one who spoiled the fun

I want him to be ended, over with, done

You and I want to expose the man behind the mask

But doing so has never been an easy task

We came close several times, sometimes you, sometimes me

But they all ended the same way. The coward would flee

We’d end up back where we are now, alone in our cells

But by that time, you’d think up a plan that you’d thought through well

In a matter of days or weeks, we’d bust out of here

So then we could once again roam free and instill fear

Then we’d return to our base, and you would set a trap

And show me the details on an intricate map

We’d wait, and we’d wait for the caped one to come

I’d sit with you and pass the time, always laughing, never glum

When he arrived, we’d take action, hoping to catch him this time

And when he’s dead, I can imagine hearing the wedding bells chime