Carving paths through the air Worms that burrow though the sky Clouds curve around my bones Form my body form my skin And the rays of light, they no longer shine Atmosphere runs its fingers through my hair A soft breeze turns to violence Pull hundreds of threads that finely line the air Tear down the heavens, expose what isn't there Something in the mist is pricking me With needles that I cannot see There's an instance of insanity Bound together by nothing but gravity As I reach for the sun again Sentimentality sinking in so deep Oh I know Describing every moral mellow fit That my body creates And fear itself is concerned with the uncertainty The universe will crush you And the rays of light, they no longer shine Atmosphere runs its fingers through my hair A soft breeze turns to violence Pull hundreds of threads that finely line the air Tear down the heavens, expose what isn't there Minor steps and gentle figure form behind the clouds Wisdom take a hold of me and wake my mind somehow My spine in segments and these hands are cut and scarred I can feel this mourning hear Rain Oh my dear friend I ask of you this question Do you need solitude to clear your mind?