Wreck & Reference Bankrupt
[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