Flying to the Sun with Icarus's wings
I come undone in a pendulum swing
Feathers scorch and limbs start stalling
As the sirens sing they see me falling
Incinerated alive
Incinerated alive
These reveries self-combust
Burn to cinders, turn to dust
And a portrait caught in flames
Will be torched in its frames
Covered in blood and orchids
Enshrouded by scars
If I take my charred wings
Could I fly to Mars?
