Μπορεί η “πίστη” μου στα συγκεκριμένα Icons να δίνει αυθαίρετες προεκτάσεις στο νόημα των στίχων του αριστουργήματος από το δεύτερό τους άλμπουμ. Εντύπωσή μου είναι πάντως ότι το τραγούδι αποτελεί επισήμανση όχι απλώς του θρησκευτικού φανατισμού, αλλά της ίδιας της γλώσσας ως πρωταρχικής πηγής εικόνων, δηλαδή virtual reality. 📀 📀 My “faith” in these particular Icons may be giving arbitrary extensions to the meaning of the lyrics of this masterpiece from their second album. My impression, in any case, is that the song points out not merely religious fanaticism, but language itself as the primary source of images — that is, virtual reality.

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
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
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
The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
Those ageless lies
The shuttered eyes
It’s the nightpiece
It’s the Icon