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