there's blood beneath your nails    from clawing at the ceiling    & pulling down answers to    perfect questions.       like blades sharpening    you've become aware    of what's real.    you're not alone    when you feel the air    is apart here.   crashing comes the light    into your eyes.       here you dont fit    & oh the worst is    learning to lose.   a tired head is all you're left    to take apart, faithless art    leaving your mind abused.       like blades softening    you can hardly tell    salt and heal.   you're not alone   when you feel the air.   is apart here.   crashing comes the light   into your eyes.