I surfed an upward spiral through the roof, left a me-shaped hole/
And climbed a waterfall of muted blues up on a dream-made boat/
Emerald green flames rose right out my prototype Vans/
The pyrotechnics never wait until my motorbike lands/

See my overnight plans are more than just a little up in the air/
Might B&E the glass ceiling that isn't under repair/
Might go visit far reaches, hit big red buttons, get clear/
While that famous Lady Luck's still picking something to wear/

I'm falling up the rabbit hole with unknown means of propulsion/
They shot the scene without green screens, and couldn't keep me in focus/
With Roger Deakins behind the camera, I'm skydiving backwards/
With altered breathing, no CGI here to spice up the tracking/

I've got my vision pointed upwards like a Tarantino trunk shot/
But I'm scared to see the sunk costs of the carabiners I bought
To secure myself to one spot, just to lift off regardless

What if Icarus said somethign like "Engaging thrusters!"/
And flew past the sun with no major malfunctions/
And proved them all wrong, he'd be so far above them/
No doubt, he'd be so far above them/

I booked my residence in Howl's Moving Castle to travel/
In and out through a black hole with trajectories measured down to the fractals/
Projected out cannons on mecha shoulders/
Suspended for several moments as gravity set in motion/

I float to the top, carried by sounds of ondes Martenots/
The growth of snow particles aren't optimal but par for the course/
They're all talk, they don't think the goal's possible/
They scoffed and wrote articles so volatile to harm every source/

I used to build these wax wings, working too many days and/
Never lackadaisical, like Perfect Blue animation/
Bursting through the gates of Tarturus' basement/
With a certain agent to make a person "SAY WHAT?"/

Take a tour through my humble abode/
Furnishings covered by those, poorly drawn blueprints that show/
Ships that separate at two-stages, rocket boot laces un-tied/
While fuel gauges are blinking red/

The cabin is violently shaking, life support systems are failing/
Station below us is saying "engage your thrusters!"
The windscreen's cracking and breaking, co-pilot's silently praying
Station below us is saying "engage your thrusters!"
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