Listen to the tales and romanticize
How we follow the path of the hero
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun
How we rise to the height of our halo

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the Savior
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations
None of us have actually been there
Not like you...

Ignorant fibbers in the congregation
Gather 'round spewing sympathy
Spare me
None of them can even hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choices
Hypocrites won't see...

But nothing - Not the collective Judas
Who could deny?
You were the one who illuminated
My lil' piece of the divine...

This little light of mine
The gift you passed onto me
I'm going to let it shine
To guide you safely on your way
Your way home...

What are they going to do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly ?

High is the way
But our eyes are upon the ground
You were the Light and the Way
That they'll only read about
I only pray Heaven knows
When to lift you out
10,000 days in the fire is long enough
You're going home...

You're the only one who can hold your head up high
Shake your fist at the gates sayin'
"I have come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended
It's time now, my time now, give me my, give me my wings!"

Give me my
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my wings....

You are the Light, the Way
That they will only read about...

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burning all through, tossed upon the believers
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence
Judith Marie, unconditional one!

Daylight dims, leaving cold flouresence
Difficult to see you in this light
Please forgive this, bold suggestion
Should you see your Maker's face tonight
Look 'im in the eye
Look 'im in the eye
And tell Him
I never lived a lie
Never took a life
But surely saved one
Hallelujah
It's time for you to bring me home...

Unless I missed something I added, the corrections are in bold.

It is illuminated for the simple reason of the sound and logical cohesion to the next paragraph discussing light. The little piece of the divine she passed onto him is what he's giving back to guide her through...

And it's FEIGNING not failing. Feigning as in faking trials and tribulations, just as the context talks of rationalizing our way into the arms of the Savior. It's the same shit.

And to whoever suggested that this song is about Lucifer...

That's clearly the stupidest thing to cross my line of sight.

Father? Son? Spirit? Divine? Heaven? Hallelujah? Wings? High is the way? Not lying? Saving lives? Your Maker? Pillar of faith ascending? Leaving the fire 10,000 days later? Going to the arms of our Savior?

Cmon, man... I know some of you like to portray Tool or Maynard as a Satanic and religion hater.

Watch, now it'll be considered cool around here to be religious.