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[00:10.10] My eyes went up to Heaven
[00:22.17] You didn't say I'd be blind
[00:25.15] Without them
[00:28.22] Icons -- feed the fires
[00:34.20] Icons -- falling from the spires
[00:42.35] Thine eyes rain down from Heaven
[00:48.41] You always said I'd be blind
[00:52.57] Without them
[00:55.51] Icons -- feed the fires
[01:01.86] Icons -- falling from the spires
[01:29.98] Those words hang like vicious spittle
[01:49.09] Dribbling from that tongue
[01:52.07] Close your eyes to your lies
[01:56.10] Force feed more pious meat
[01:59.23] Those nebulous codes and disciplines
[02:04.31] Stick in that new born throat
[02:07.31] Instill a lie -- an artificial eye
[02:11.48] To view a perfect land
[02:15.40] Icons -- feed the fires
[02:19.55] Icons -- falling from the spires
[02:38.75] Can I? -- stick skewers in my skin
[02:42.75] And whirl a dervish spin
[02:45.75] Can I? -- set myself on fire
[02:49.78] To prove some kind of desire
[03:00.82] Icons -- feed the fires
[03:04.92] Icons -- falling from the spires
[03:23.13] The guilt is golden
[03:27.18] The guilt is golden
[03:39.23] Those ageless lies
[03:40.30] The shuttered eyes
[03:43.42] It's the nightpiece
[03:44.53] It's the Icon
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