there's blood beneath your nails nfrom clawing at the ceiling n& pulling down answers to nperfect questions. nnlike blades sharpening nyou've become aware nof what's real. nyou're not alone nwhen you feel the air nis apart here.ncrashing comes the light ninto your eyes. nnhere you dont fit n& oh the worst is nlearning to lose.na tired head is all you're left nto take apart, faithless art nleaving your mind abused. nnlike blades softening nyou can hardly tell nsalt and heal.nyou're not alonenwhen you feel the air.nis apart here.ncrashing comes the lightninto your eyes.