[Verse 1]

I fashioned myself a hatred for beauty

Envy steeped in alcohol for eight months

I found myself spitting on murals of possibilities

And waking up with bloody fists

[Verse 2]

I sewed into my arm a reminder of the dread of waking

Not that it was necessary, but like a flare shot into the sea

It signaled to the emptiness that I was ready

[Verse 3]

I woke up vomiting, disgorged a collection of corroded copper coins

Arranging their paltry worth, upon my sunburned chest

And begging anyone to rake them off

[Verse 4]

I dug into the dew-laden soil, a hole of perfect depth

This accumulated language, bankrupt and tawdry

Throw it in and grasp my throat with fury

[Outro]

Every thought absurd

Every word empty

Every error exposed

Every moment wasted