Artist: siouxsie and the banshees
Song: icon
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
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 disciplines
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
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
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 night piece
It's the icon
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
Golden, golden
Golden, golden
