Wax Wings - The Parallel

Frail wings hold me back

Fly close to the sun

An Icarus complex

Craving for ascension, ambition

Draw me to the light

Foiled by my ambition, it keeps me awake

Foiled by my ambition, my life is at stake

A sea of death below me, let me ascend

Anticipation of falling, cathexis

Has the summit become out of my reach?

I’m nearing my breaking point

Can I get too close to the sun?

I want to live like the elevated

I never doubted myself

Now I’m on the fucking edge

The edge of the summit

Vanished like a dream

Dare to fly close to the sun

Too close and I’ll burn

This hubris will be the death of me

Has the summit become out of my reach?

I’m nearing my breaking point

Can I get too close to the sun?

I want to live like the elevated

Carry me on wax wings

Draw me to the light

Fly close to the sun

An Icarus complex

Craving for ascension, ambition

Frail wings made of wax

I am Icarus

Vanity is the fucking death of me

Wax wings always melt, I am Icarus