I want things to be beautiful
I forgot things could be beautiful
I forgot it was an option
I had given up hope

I want things to be beautiful
I forgot that things were beautiful
I forgot it was an option
I had given up hope

I'm giving up hope
That maybe it could change
That maybe there are options
It could take a different shape

It might not survive the change
But it could survive the change
Will we survive to stay the same?
One thousandth prison in my eyes

I've seen these lonely deaths be died
I'm no stranger to the sight
It doesn't even move me
I'm the type to keep pushing

I wouldn't be here if I wasn't
I'll work to walk past wasted bodies
I hardly even mind
Change is in my hand

Money changes in my hand
It's in my hand
Money changes in my hand
I want things to be beautiful