Song | Miasma |
Artist | Intronaut |
Album | Valley Of Smoke |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Dark movements in broad daylight | |
Ramparts crumble, a sign to all who enter this place: | |
Through cracks in this visceral wall, sometimes more than truth escapes | |
How weak we become, as it leads us astray | |
Our own reflection often takes the biggest toll, | |
Scarring us the most | |
An orderly exchange of guilt | |
No conscience cleared | |
No final word | |
As bright lights in dark skies promise to take me away |