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