Lyrics The Parallel – Wax Wings

Frail wings hold me back
Fly close to the sun
An Icarus complex
Craving for ascension, ambition

Foiled by my ambition, it keeps me awake
Foiled by my ambition, my life is at stake

A sea of death below me, let me ascend
Anticipation of falling, cathexis

Has the summit become out of my reach?
I’m nearing my breaking point
Can I get too close to the sun?
I want to live like the elevated

Fuck
I never doubted myself
Now I’m on the fucking edge
The edge of the summit
Vanished like a dream

Dare to fly close to the sun
Too close and I’ll burn
This hubris will be the death of me

Has the summit become out of my reach?
I’m nearing my breaking point
Can I get too close to the sun?
I want to live like the elevated

Carry me on wax wings
Draw me to the light
Fly close to the sun
An Icarus complex
Craving for ascension, ambition

Frail wings made of wax
I am Icarus
Vanity is the fucking death of me
Wax wings always melt, I am Icarus