[Lyrics by Mir-h iD] Quomodo cecidisti, fili aurorae? Lamentemur. Are we but shades Cathartically shed on A camera obscura of sorts Capsized, washed out, Indistinct and begrimed Here we must grovel With dignity under a Still peephole. Are we mere statues Clustered in our gla**houses - a box with no confession - To kneel under a bronze law? But the bronze law melts down here As the smoking gun inhales. There's only ourselves And the deaf walls moving in on us; Only ourselves and our questions snapped at Only ourselves, s?creted once they're secr?ted. We are our own time-bomb flowers As we're cluttering A hothouse in a blind spot, A ma** grave That's manured with scandal In no sun.