Letter to Icarus (Weathermen)

Give a good goodbye for the weathermen There's no time for the measurement Dig deep Follow drops on your treasure map Rising bumps on your feather hands I should give a f*ck about rules All the things i would lose No more burning rain on the news Dry your wings on the moon Give a good goodbye for the weathermen There's no time for the measurement Dig deep Follow drops on your treasure map Rising bumps on your feather hands I should give a f*ck about rules All the things i would lose No more burning rain on the news Dry your wings on the moon I know that aiming high needs a million trys like a phoenix rise Burn I know i need to die Fall a thousand times Follow hidden signs Turn It's obvious, Give a f*ck about the audience Turn glorious, notorious, you know you're blessed Pick up all the pieces Dont neglect your freedom All their grudge increases Wanna see you bleeding They can't predict Whenever you rescript Whatever you depict However you permit Whatever they inflict, Start eviction, let this shit end   Good goodbye for the weathermen There's no time for the measurement Dig deep Follow drops on your treasure map Rising bumps on your feather hands I should give a f*ck about rules All the things i would lose No more burning rain on the news Dry your wings on the moon The world below lights blue They been shootin' up balloons To get higher they pursue But they'll never reach your view They'll never reach your view No,no Good goodbye for the weathermen There's no time for the measurement Dig deep Follow drops on your treasure map Rising bumps on your feather hands I should give a f*ck about rules All the things i would lose No more burning rain on the news Dry your wings on the moon Letter to icarus Dry your wings on the moon yey Dry your wings on the moon yey