Chapter Verne - Icarus III Lyrics

Let me tell you 'bout Icarus the First
Wings 6 wide
Free from the earth
Took to the skies
Flew too high
'til his waxen wings burnt

Swallowed by the sea
Down went his dreams
Feeling sorry for the Icarus legacy
That was that, don't look back
People said his life was "back on track"
(The right track)

A thousand hands swing a weightless hammer
Strike the spine hard
Not a chance for a dreamer
Different cities breed opportunity
To meet the need to seek and see adventure

His life wasn't terrible,
Was actually kinda bearable
But felt it was missing fuel
Missing that, uh, spark
(The Spark of the Skies)

If I get close without burning
I could walk the skies,
Flow with the Grand Stirring
Just gotta see that commitment to earning
Fruits of the discipline
To know true...

If I get close without burning
I could walk the skies,
Flow with the Grand Stirring
Just gotta see that commitment to earning
Fruits of the discipline
To know true freedom

6 years down came his son
Icarus, Second One
Not a chance to take flight
Robbed before he begun

At age 6, asked Mrs. Ic
Why all the questions never stick
What's with dad's wings? Why are they broken?
Whys does dad keep all blinds open?

I won't tell you what she did
But he never asked again, that kid
With tears in eyes, forgot the skies
And 2 bound down his wings

Studied hard, got a degree
Circuitry wizardry
Industrial machinery
Security for family

Don't you judge me
You know what it's like
To live in a city
Where the winged don't fly?

Where any other way
Is simply going astray
But then the common sense don't resonate
And all the academies
Teaching pack mentality
The places that don't
They preach individuality
But what about strategy?
The kind that can straight up see
It takes time, practice,
As well as theory

If I get close without burning
I could walk the skies,
Flow with the Grand Stirring
Just gotta see that commitment to earning
Fruits of the discipline
To know true...

If I get close without burning
I could walk the skies,
Flow with the Grand Stirring
Just gotta see that commitment to earning
Fruits of the discipline
To know true freedom

This brings us to Icarus the Third

He's the Son to an engineer
Grandson to a failure
Just a product of fear
Following in dad's behaviour

But IC-3 was born different
Or was it his environment?
Either way, this boy became a force
Became deliberate

A spark of light
Within the heart
From the start
Telling him fight
Raise your sight
Look up, look up
You know it's right

6-day weeks
Morning starts
Pumping his wings
Learning the art
Flying the hills
Nobody saw him
Honing his skills
Boy was drawin' on
Something real old
Something still real
Something once lost
Something now healed
We didn't end
The need to defy
Still we ask
How can we fly?

So he read his father's books on
Engineering philosophy
There's got to be a way
From stopping physics from stopping me
Happened before he knew, sir
Built a heat diffuser
Wax wings did not melt, sir
In a moment
He transcended
All that we knew
All when he flew
Ran his fingers
Along the sun
It was done
His fight was won

If I get close without burning
I could walk the skies
Flow with the Grand Stirring
Just gotta see that commitment to earning
Fruits of the discipline
To know true...

If I get close without burning
I could walk the skies,
Flow with the Grand Stirring
Just gotta see that commitment to earning
Fruits of the discipline
To know true freedom