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