trash.man, Kuromatic - Icarus

The grey cloud beckons
Every ounce of dread gets heavier by the second
Thinking about the speed of time passing every minute
Akira the start, Makimura at the finish line
The grey cloud beckons
Every ounce of dread gets heavier by the second
I don't even know the fucking purpose at the minute
Akira the start, Makimura at the finish line

Hypnos, where did all your tricks go?
Mixed focus, reality is but a stone's throw
This though
Get it through to your thick skull
This won't ever split me like a wish bone
It's like a bistro
We only serve crocks of shit though
Throw hands with these thoughts
They got fists, bro
I'd rather box them with a bow, send em off to a distro
It's like this, yo
Hounded by the many eyes of Argus
Harkening to any fucking jargon
Don't mean to dishearten
That's just how it is
Primordial dread stalking me throughout the years and it sounds like
Pure malice, too callous for me these days
Bump a couple records I just copped off of eBay
Boot up the Gamecube just to check the Collosseum
Grab a couple happy memories because I need them

Too close to the Sun
Flying too close to the Sun

The grey cloud beckons
Every ounce of dread gets heavier by the second
Thinking about the speed of time passing every minute
Akira the start, Makimura at the finish line
The grey cloud beckons
Every ounce of dread gets heavier by the second
I don't even know the fucking purpose at the minute
Akira the start, Makimura at the finish line

I live for long nights and longer phone calls
This boy brittler than dry wall off a highball
Took a while to realise that ain't desired
Dionysus, your services are no longer required, yeah
Get your back up off the wall
Maybe forty winks will come and fucking save us all
Travel down to Styx, stay my balance, maybe fall
See a pool of memories and I'm screaming cannonball, yeah
Feeling like Icarus

Too close to the Sun
Flying too close to the Sun

Written by:
Owen McNicholl

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