The Supermen - David Bowie

When all the world was very young

And mountain magic heavy hung

The supermen would walk in file

Guardians of a loveless isle

And gloomy browed with superfear

Their tragic endless lives
Could heave nor sigh

In solemn  perverse serenity

Wondrous beings chained to life

Strange games they would play then

No death for the perfect men

Life rolls into one for them

So softly a super God cries

All Where were minds in uni-thought

Powers weird by mystics taught
No pain  no joy  no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Where sad eyed merment tossed in slumbers

Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold

A man would tear his brother's flesh
A chance to die
To turn to mold

Far out in the red skies

Far out from the sad eyes

Strange  mad celebrations

So softly a supergod cries

Far out in the red skies

Far out from the sad eyes

Strange  mad celebrations

So softly a supergod dies