Hidalgo’s Secret Hideout - Icarus the Owl

I want to make you out of this

I want to shape you out of this

There is a plan to hide in here.

Electrical, the surge ignites our frontal lobes

Of all the ways I thought we’d burned, I never expected you

The net you cast has finally returned, killing one;

we’re down to two

Sow the oats, give them time, before they creep back on you

Stand alone, feet in grime, for someone you barely knew

It’s but a gate to endlessness

My arms await you from within

Are we dreaming on and on, while the world’s burning strong

It’s a perfect shade of red to ensure they’ll be dead

They’re giving us fireworks.

It’s like love, but less absurd

I say no way we’re leaving.

I say no way we’re dreaming

Some will see the end of me

The devil wakes and sleeps with me.

You better wait before you blink

Some will float, some will fall, The sky will crack, and doom you all