This song is about drifting from the path you are supposed to follow and the future life you are building for yourself as you follow the darkness and the uncertainty.
[Verse 1]
No escape, there is no way out
Of this constructed existence
A created image of untrue conception
You cannot find the real you
[Verse 2]
Manipulated a hyped invention
Who is this false identity?
The ideal person, perfect role model
Beneath you can feel the cracks
[Verse 3]
Now your nerves begin to break
You're losing your grip, now it's too late
Perceive this - no fallacy
This icon faces insanity
[Verse 4]
On the verge of mental breakdown
Forgotten realms of madness are found
Now you face the final curtain
You future life is now uncertain
Icon was written by Bolt Thrower.
Icon was produced by Bolt Thrower & Colin Richardson.
Bolt Thrower released Icon on Wed Sep 02 1992.