No escape, there is no way out,
Of this constructed existence.
A created image of untrue conception,
You cannot find the real you.
Manipulated a hyped invention,
Who is this false identity?
The ideal person, perfect role model,
Beneath you can feel the cracks,
Now your nerves begin to break,
Losing grip, now its too late,
Perceive this is no fallacy,
This icon faces insanity,
On the verge of mental breakdown,
Forgotten realms of madness
are found,
Now you face the final curtain,
You future life is now uncertain.
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lyrics for Icon, the 2th song of the 11 recorded for the album The Ivth Crusade, with a total running time of , by Bolt Thrower. It was released on via , and produced by .
