From Behind the Blinding Sun

Where a carnal shell so sadly groans
 A ghost of love the thirsting mind does wish
 We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
 A swampland bears a lover's weeping
 His yearning, a beggar's room of memory
 We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
 Tales arise from behind the blinding sun
 Withered roses tell an unheard story
 Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth
 An unloved harlot that unloved lover kisses
 He lusts for illusions of the unleashed soul
 We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
 Where poorness shouts the harlot is driven
 Her face, just dead stonework of cold disdain
 We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
 Tales arise from behind the blinding sun
 Withered roses tell an unheard story
 Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth
 But moneybags do rule in twilight castles
 High there almighty walls blare out a threat
 We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
 Tales arise from behind the blinding sun
 Withered roses tell an unheard story
 Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth