My eyes went up to Heaven You didn't say I'd be blind Without them
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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 Iet ? Smyself 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 IconTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
