Daedalus' Confession

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n the end, it’s all payback
You take one step forward but two back
In your mind you can play it back
But you made your move, you can’t take it back.

My name’s Daedalus
I’m confessin’
Killed my nephew; I was stressin’.
He said “This fish spine’s a saw,”
Knew right then he had to fall.
Adios, Talos.
Pushed him off the side of a cliff.
After all, I was miffed:
Boy came up with a way to beat me;
Unseat me?
He didn’t want to defeat me.
He became my better--
I was unfettered,
Felt like bein’ tarred and feathered.
Second best is hard to weather.

In the end, it’s all payback
You take one step forward but two back
In your mind you play it back
But you made your move, you can’t take it back.

So I figure,
He’s small time; I’m bigger.
He’s short-lived; I’m a fixture.
Why not cut him out of the picture?

Now, you see, there’s no dissension
I’m Daedalus, master of invention.

‘Bout this, don’t feel no shame--
All I wanna do is bask in fame:
You think a rapper care ‘bout rhymin’?
He want to do some social climbin’.
So what’s it worth to me—invention?
No contention--
I’ve got to be the star of the convention.

In the end, it’s all payback
You take one step forward but two back
In your mind you play it back
But you made your move, you can’t take it back.

Oh yeah, you probably heard,
Athena turned Talos into a bird.
If I had a glock and bullet cartridge,
That would’ve been one holey partridge.
Yeah, I would’a killed him twice:
Sometimes once just doesn’t suffice.

Gods make men fly like birds,
But man cannot, we are absurd.
I told Icarus, these wings attach with wax,
And the gods, they don’t have our backs.
But he flew too close to the sun for fun.
That’s how I lost my only son.

I’d bring Talos back if I could;
If it would spare Icarus, I would.
But it’s too late for all that
You only get one chance at bat.

In the end, it’s all payback
You take one step forward but two back
In your mind you can play it back
But you made your move, you can’t take it back. (Repeat hook.)

 
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