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My eyes went up to
You say I'd be blind
Without

Icons, feed the
Icons, falling the spires

Thine eyes down from heaven
You always said I'd be
them

Icons, feed the
Icons, falling the spires

Icons, feed the
Icons, falling the spires

Those hang like vicious spittle
Dribbling from that
Close your eyes to your
feed more pious meat

Those nebulous and disciplines
in that new born throat
Instill a lie, an eye
To view a land

Icons, feed the
Icons, falling from the

Icons, feed the
Icons, from the spires

Can I skewers in my skin
And whirl a dervish
Can I set on fire
To some kind of desire?

Icons, the fires
Icons, falling from the

Icons, feed the
Icons, falling the spires

The guilt is
The is golden
Those lies
The shuttered
the night piece
It's the

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Icons, falling the spires

Icons, feed the
Icons, falling from the

The guilt is
The is golden
Golden,
Golden,