Teksty: The Orphan, The Poet. To Those Called Icarus.

I've watched men laying mortar and brick, to keep the thieves out but their own crimes in. did they know what they'd done, building not a fortress but a prison? siren songs calling out from the waves. promising empty lungs. so one day I'll run down to the beach, begging the mariners there-- build me a ship that will sink 'cause I know my body will float. And your search lights will never find me 'cause I'll stay completely motionless in the dark. I've watched men live for less than, just to stay inside content to die in their keeps. so one day I'll run down to the beach, begging the mariners there. saying I was meant for this. Icarus, Icarus, do you want to be like Icarus? he is weightless between the flight and the fall. he is weightless. he's not ordinary. I'll be weightless. am I ordinary?