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