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