Until We Are Ghosts spinning into nothing

I refuse a life of emptiness
I made the change the moment you gave up on me
Take this as my sacrifice, a vice of judgement, a life of loathing
I made the change the moment you gave up on me
Chiseled to the bone, I am nothing but marrow
But I long for something more
Your clouded narrow mind can't rob me of my worth
My value is smothered by the voices that seek to remove its face
You tried to chisel me and replace my spine
As if I wasn't enough, as if I wasn't enough
I'd rather waste all my days screaming in vain
If you try to drown me in the river
You'll wash me of purpose (wash me of purpose)
If you try to drown me in earth
You'll rob me of value
Spinning into nothing again
You told me this would be a waste of my time
If I was back home I'd be losing my mind
I've found release from lies and deceit
And now I'm spinning, I keep spinning
Spinning into nothing, spinning into nothing
Spin me into nothing, spin me into nothing