Me and my brothers
We are raised tall and defiant
We are rallied and railed against
An apathetic world at which we spit
We spiel our ululations to the night sky
Our candles burn at both ends
We rise to get broken
Here comes ocean
Icarus wouldn't be a legend
If he hadn't aimed for heaven
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
Me and my brothers
We are raised tall and defiant
We are rallied and railed against
An apathetic world at which we spit
We spiel our ululations to the night sky
Our candles burn at both ends
We rise to get broken
Here comes ocean
Icarus wouldn't be a legend
If he hadn't aimed for heaven
