Crows

...And this is the night that all hell broke loose. Cut loose your sheets and let everything fall down. Broken backs. Mattress acts. I'm holding you so high now. And let everything fall down. Beauty dies with the crown. Fall into place. Shimmer and shake. Lipstick tiles stuck in the walls and it's reconstructed every night. But in your chest, the beat is on. (It's counterfeit but very strong). I've cracked your ribs, there's something wrong. Locked in place, it plays along. Why does it take for us all to break and crumble through? You're climbing. Keep reaching. Watch out for nails..they'll dig trails through your lungs, even in breathing you've affected my fill