Laments of an Icarus

Now it’s always been a riddle
Misanthrope, you always pursued a valid reason
You know, to be wrong with a reason – You are what you are
But your ever present subliminal self bends the black – You sleep so tight
but dreamless – Facing forward – Dawn’s edge, the supplement to destiny’s ender
You smother all the words you have never said, with a mouth filled with empathy
Words can be an enemy – you can never say you’re sorry ‘cause you’re a pretender
Unpretend – Fall from grace – unconcealed – Just a phase – Summer’s bruise – Turn a wrench
Bottled thoughts – Blind eye stare – Look out of the window
You stare in the face of a widow – Drink up, like a lover – You recreate all that’s over
The turn of the tide – You’re used up – Just take it like a man, All you must do is confess
The truth is a knife – You are but one – One Straight answer

What is it? Sculpture of an obsession – A sound so profound it sings you back to hell – The system’s architecture
frames the antidote’s gift – Winter – summer cycle moves erratic, follow me Aphrodite
Faithless – The one broken – The one who can bend a spoon with his will – Bow down – Here’s my antidote
Priceless honest reaction (come on, come on) Take it, take it, more
Just another day in the rain, and a sure shot inside the game – Walk the dead man directly to his grave
Without mourning, without nothing – Be the same
Divide by numbers, all uncovered
Narrowed down from three to none my brother
And the nearest beacon cries “I’m sober”
But the truth remain unspoken
Cynic without anger
And a lover without passion
And a fighter with a complex
Worship your own cancer
And a lesson without meaning
It a lesson for the feeble
Branded by all-in-one frights
Antagonist, become my downfall
I’m just a man and I can’t grasp it all