He had a misanthrope for a dad,nwho crushed any hope he might have hadnwhen he was just a boynClothed in a cloak of bitterness,nHe wandered through the wildernessnIn search of something to destroynnLike Icarus he flew too close to the sunnTo the sunnnWell I can understand how someone can go over to the dark side,ncos the devil, he's got all the tunesnAnd somebody once said if you're not living on the edgenThen you are taking up too much roomnnLike Icarus he flew too close to the sunnI know he fell but for a while there,nhe must have had some funnnIn a world of such confusion, contradiction and delusion,nWe all can have a heavy heartnIt's a certain symbiosis, paranoia feeds psychosisnit can cause a man to fall apartnnLike Icarus he flew too close to the sunnI know he fell down but i know that he is not the only onenNo he's not the only onennIf you don't shoot, nthen you don't score,nI know that for surennHe had a misanthrope for a dad,nwho crushed any hope he might have hadnwhen he was just a boy