The guilt is golden
And whirl a dervish spin?
Icons, feed the fires
The guilt is golden
Icons, feed the fires
Without them
Thine eyes rain down from heaven
Dribbling from that tongue
Icons, falling from the spires
To prove some kind of desire?
Icons, falling from the spires
Icons, falling from the spires
Those words hang like vicious spittle
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
The shuttered eyes
Stick in that new born throat
Icons, feed the fires
Without them
The guilt is golden
Icons, falling from the spires
Those ageless lies
It's the night piece
Icons, falling from the spires
It's the icon
Icons, falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
You always said I'd be blind
Icons, feed the fires
Golden, golden
Can I stick skewers in my skin
Close your eyes to your lies
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, feed the fires
Can I set myself on fire
Force feed more pious meat
Those nebulous codes and disciplines
Icons, falling from the spires
To view a perfect land
Instill a lie, an artificial eye
