Welcome to my house of sadnessnWelcome to my house of sadnessnSurreal in its weak foundationnStillness moves through ancient wallsnSun shines glinting bringing warmthnI am ready to confessnImplement of seductionnPre-empted I bare my soulnI bare my soulnI bare my soulnI bare my soulnnThrough the mosaic of wood and stonenI ran into a wall of silencenSurmounted by the laws of lordsnRuling with a double standardnSlaughter of the pilgrims never endingnIn come the saints, martyrs singnMarching to their own drumnHe who casts the first stone be without sinnnCursenCurse of the clothnCursenCurse of the clothnnAccountable to none, they lie in readinessnUnder the cover of kindnessnContinuing the curse of the clothnUnder Vatican protectionnPunishment, full redemptionnHidden re-locationnPestilence in the name of salvationnnThe curse continues...