Songtext von Vesper X

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 glasshouses 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, sécreted once they're secréted We are our own time-bomb flowers As we're cluttering A hothouse in a blind spot A mass grave That's manured with scandal In no sun