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My eyes went up to Heaven
You didn’t say I’d be blind
without them
Icons-feed the fires
icons-falling from the spires
Thine eyes rain down from Heaven
You always said I’d be blind
without them
Icons-feed the fires
Icons-falling from the spires
Those words hang like vicious spittle
dribbling from that tongue
Close your eyes to your lies
Force feed more pious meat
Those nebulous codes and disiplines
Stick in that new born throat
Instill a lie-an artificial eye
to view a perfect land
Icons-feed the fires
Icons-falling from the spires
Can I?-Stick skewers in my skin
and whirl a dervish spin
Can I?-set myself on fire
to prove some kind of desire
Icons-feed the fires
Icons-falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
Those ageless lies
The shuttered eyes
It’s the nightpiece
It’s the Icon