The Boy Who Melts the Sun

I’ve peeled off all my skin now
Leafess my hide spirals down
Plagued by the lack of engines
Incessant pressure from
Leprechauns in my head like
La la la la la
Lost in the labyrinth of my design
Pining in the dark
Liberate my mind
Fly away my Icarus
Fly into the Sun
Melt the Sun
Soaring high I see
All the boxes filled with ants
My only companions are clouds
Forming anyone that I could want
Melt the Sun
Swallow the Sun