[Spoken Word]
This journey has become my newest addiction
Splitting open every cell of my being
With the hope of newness being formed out of the remnants
When in reality, I just end up coming full-circle with my pain
Why can't I learn to love the process like every other professing-Christian out there?
Why was I created to move about the world, powered by a never-ending sense of urgency?
And why do I endlessly crave certainty like it's the latest drug?
Perfectionism is poison
It's crawling through my veins
It's assaulting my identity and assigning me false names
For a long time, I befriended it
I flaunted it around
I took it daily with my vitamins
Until it put me in the ground
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison
Perfectionism is poison