Nothing Is Beautiful - Spite

The lump in my gut is a constant reminder of all the disappointment

Webs that arc over my stomach leave me a stranger in my own bed

People come and people go, feeding off of other lost vessels

I’m never all quite there

My desire to hurt myself hurts everyone else

Everything is my own fault, but I’m in love

At least I think so, I got to be in love with something

Is it the reality or the dream?

I always see one face in the black

How do I stay faithful without faith?

I am destructive, I am destruction

Picking myself apart, I’ll wander forever

My future is sold (is sold), never and always want to be alone

Good intentions make loud the off beating of your heart

Skin’s tight against the bone

Nothing is beautiful!

Nothing is beautiful

My future is sold

Never and always want to be alone

Good intentions make loud the off beating of your heart

Skin’s tight against the bone

I’m dragged across the pavement but not bloodied by the street

The weather never makes a goddamn choice

Still not ill from the cold nor heat

Take my skin and leave me bare

Stay warm and sleep, I’ll drive

A breathing ache

The ever lonely road, open and empty

The night makes the road feel endless

My fate seems to come alive

A pile to be cleaned up in the morning so that others may move on with their

lives

The glowing lights peer back at me

My nails draw blood in my palms

They’re ready to jump

This career was always suicide

Lesson learned

Happiness and hope end in the death

Love ends in death

Nothing is beautiful!

Let me be clear

You are entitled to nothing