Iconoclast from Filament by Broken Glow

Ascend the tower of kings, become a ghost off in the fog
You’re built to feed on apathy, you think you know just who you are

Burn the icon, go!
Stand up and behold, melt away the gold, see what you’ve been sold.

Beat down the voices screaming, a man of peace can’t spare the rod
You crack the skulls and they bleed that they might see you as a god

Burn the icon, go!
Stand up and behold, melt away the gold, see what you’ve been sold.
Theater of image, the curtain falls and you bow
Burn the icon down!

Tear down the walls that sustain the broken hope of this facade
Burn the icon, go!
Stand up and behold, melt away the gold, see what you’ve been sold

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