| Rise To Midden |
|---|
| 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 |
