Icarus

Sticky fingers on your spine Holding on to the future left behind Still got some kicks in your left leg Skin to the bone You were born black You were bred To be sad You were never alive Like at the moment when you left it all behind Took your first step On the left hand path Took several more Now there's no coming back No coming back, no coming back Now there's no coming back I made my way too close to the sun One minute I'm up then it's gone As the wax on my back keeps melting The ground spreads its arms, accepting Pull your hood up As you walk through the door Cold air on your face But you don't care anymore Could have been better Or a lot worse Black soles never slip You dived in head first Drowned a few shots Until you saw the cracks Twenty stories high The heights they'll never get Stopped counting the bullets That you bit back Faded as the mornings But your skin's red Why your skin's red Tell me why your skin's red Why won't you tell me Why your skin's red? I made my way too close to the sun One minute I'm up then it's gone As the wax on my back keeps melting The ground spreads its arms