they locked him up in the tower so high he couldn t see the ground he sculpted labyrinths and bridges from things he found laying round the black masts were hung for the virgin sons and daughters of the king the mission to rescue them from a minotaur who would not sing in the midst of celebration they forgot to do what they were told poseidon cursed the heavens a suicide from sounion s coast a mistake they made rest upon his head he could rot in crete or escape instead come on his son came to his aid and said i will not let you die they built their wings and then they taught themselves to fly he said my son don t fly too low cause you might drown but don t you fly too high cause it s a long way down when they spread their wings he knew that he was finally free but he watched as his son flew high and dropped into the sea consequences somehow he had to know wax on feathered wings the heat would never go calculated he thought he did the math all that he could do now was stay on that narrow path he could fly no higher wings will catch on fire he saw his son down there below low low low low too late nothing to do or he would perish too how had it come to this what kind of gods would cast this spell down sometimes there s no explanation it all comes crashing down get used to it while you re still around no matter how hard you try nothing s going to last forever but when he reached the shore he raise his head up high they d be surprised by something he left behind so when they come for you and you re about to die you have to ask yourself was it worth all that i paid before the switch is pulled scream out at the top of your lungs you better live your life this ain t no practice round don t stumble off the path cause it s a long way down