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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 From Letras Mania