sorrow and desire
makes a great empire
the dancing wind
is the purity of it.

theres a chamber
and a torture chamber
the chains are so tight
there crossing my heart.

I can barley breath
I could never eat
all an illusion
why wont they set me free.

I'm a inside a castle
look for a self-portrait
then look for a chamber
its very important.

Glaced wind
odor of the dead
if you dig me up
you'll find it.