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
| # | Top 4 Intronaut |
|---|---|
| 1 | Intronaut - They |
| 2 | Intronaut - Fault Lines |
| 3 | Intronaut - Nostalgic Echo |
| 4 | Intronaut - Past Tense |