They call me Icarus because I aim too high
created my wings then aimed for the skies
now I know how a runner feels when he hits his high
like nothing can stop him from claiming his prize

Don't be surprised as I always aim to be extraordinary
King of the ground or king of the sky, I'm not ordinary
the sight of everlasting success is forever scary as you 
leave all those people behind, the ones that promised 
they be right by your side, the ones that fell off way 
before you reached your prime, but oh well, now you
a eagle taking the skies.