the sphinx (Special Version: V2 Dubstep persona used)

In the shadows of the pyramids, whispers in the stone,

A statue watches silently, guarding secrets of its own.

Hidden priest in the hollow, calling through the night,

And the hidden speaking tube will guide the seekers right.

Was it the statue speaking, or the echoes deep within?

Unlock the temple doors, let the ancient tales begin.

Are we hallucinating truths, in the oracle's gloom?

Through the steam-filled chambers, where the secrets loom.

Step on the sacred stone, watch the secrets come alive,

A steam contraption hidden, where the shadows thrive.

The tunnels winding deeper, beneath the sphinx they lie,

To the pyramids of Bosnia, where the ages never die.

Was it the statue speaking, or the echoes deep within?

Unlock the temple doors, let the ancient tales begin.

Are we hallucinating truths, in the oracle's gloom?

Through the steam-filled chambers, where the secrets loom.

Is the hall of records waiting, lost behind the veil,

Psycho-nauts are tripping, on an endless paper trail.

A whiter shade of pale, in a darkened room's embrace,

Did the Sphinx possess a woman, in time's forgotten grace?

Was it the statue speaking, or the echoes deep within?

Unlock the temple doors, let the ancient tales begin.

Are we hallucinating truths, in the oracle's gloom?

Through the steam-filled chambers, where the secrets loom.

But the tunnels stay forbidden, like the secrets at the pole,

Guarded by the ages, woven deep within our soul.

What's hiding in the sand, from the light of day we shield?

The truth beneath the Sphinx, a destiny concealed.