| 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 |