Lost in my own delusions the mud the walls this [bad word] to plea
For a new beginning a new transition to see
Hesitant to cleanse my brow my fallen wasted life
Emit this overconsumption they patiently wait to kill me

As these stabbing beads of sweat press against the back of my neck
Hesitant to wipe them away my fear of shivering heat waves
Consuming me this warmth pushing up from within my gut
Don’t tell me how to breathe with your heal in my chest

If not for my hands to verify [bad word]  my eyes might have been
Misguided by you; lead to believe you, oh this confusion

And that reminds me
Somehow I’ve found this will to stand before you
I’m mirrored by my inability to be