The Fine Art of Arrogance Part One (The Icon and the Cattle) Lyrics

What strength! What might!
What beauty do i exhume in the midst of you
Yes demeaning are my words
And subtle the pain I induce
What pathos. Yet what might!

And I walk till the end of the cliff
I stretch my hands like no prophet (before)
A flow of divinity flows in every vein
Cleaning me from all human filth
Cleaning me from all human shite

I smile for I shudder
I shudder and release a laugh
The muscles of my lesser
Melt the mounts around

My chest thunders and burns you bare
They can all die for all I care
My chest showers a subtle wonder
And upon your cranes it shall thunder

The icon and the cattle!

What strength! What might!
What splendor di I drip
What warmth in my face so pale
What nectar did I sip or inhale?

Oh what glow I make in the middle of the night

We are the fire!!!