Under the Sphinx, a banquet has begun
Two columns of stone in houses of the Sun
This is our temple, the mask we have become
Bring out your flowers
Before the fruit all decays

In the twilight, illusions of the dawn
Oasis of stone, flowers and their spawn
This is our temple, the mask we have become
Bring out your flowers
Before the fruit all decays

This is our temple, the mask we have become
Bring out your flowers
Before the fruit all decays
It's not what we have, it’s what we have become

This is our temple, the mask we have become
Bring out your flowers, before the fruit rots away