Standing at attention; a body in tension
A life given momentum
A life lived so intense with nowhere to run
Except forward, reaching toward the Sun
With goals too high, they called me Icarus
Telling me I’d burn, they hated on us
Telling me it's for the best, they gave up on us
Saw themselves as wise; thought themselves Daedalus
But I see things differently
I don’t take this life too seriously
Why be afraid of getting burnt
When we’re all going to be buried in the dirt
If I were to be burned by my passion
At least I could have a last moment of fun
Because I’d rather die doing what I love
Than feel the regret of giving up