Rise To The Midden (Intronaut)

Derange the scale of trust With this animated prevarication That once passed for happiness Degenerate into character The clearest of all intentions Words drawn out Unfiltered A perception Untainted by logic We are such low things With null for a name And while we quietly become Imperceptible... We are such low things With null for a name The inner monologue exposed But this curtain is drawn closed