I can feel the itch in my marrow A gilded snake coiled around my lungs Every touch turns to cold, hard silver I’m starving while I’m choking on the sum Counting fingernails, calculating the cost of skin Every heartbeat is a transaction, let the rot begin I pawned my shadow for a coin that burned a hole Now I’m selling souvenirs of my own hollow soul It’s a virus in the ledger, a cancer in the vein The more I take, the more I crave the fucking pain I am the furnace, I am the hunger Everything I grab is torn asunder My gold-plated casket, my velvet cage I’m drowning in the ink of this greed-sick rage Take it all, watch it rust, turn to ash in my grasp While I die for the sound of a final, heavy gasp Look at the shine, look at the gleam of the abyss I’d trade a thousand sunsets just to own the emptiness I’m a king of debris in a kingdom of grit I’ve got everything I wanted, and I fucking hate it Give me more! (I’m dying) Feed the maw! (I’m crying) A silver tongue tied in a knot of rust Turning my memory into mounds of dust I’m hollow! I’m hollow! I am the furnace, I am the hunger Everything I grab is torn asunder My gold-plated casket, my velvet cage I’m drowning in the ink of this greed-sick rage Take it all, watch it rust, turn to ash in my grasp While I die for the sound of a final, heavy gasp Worthless gold. Worthless skin. Let the silence take the win. I’m empty now.