Текст: ChicoSci. Icarus. To Cleanse.

My heart bends inverted fire
In a dare, we wake up in shells of the wrong-doers
Maybe this will pass
Dreaming so out of the way

Is all this real
No symptoms of regret

We're flying, ecstatic, the sun so inviting
And maybe we'll taste it with patience
Just get them out of the way
Why do these feelings interfere
Nobody said this would be mine
Why do these feelings interfere
Am I so wrong

Is all this real