These Things Are Nice - The Hood Internet, Kid Static, Slow Witch

Like cigarettes light ribbons

In the red light district

Where they intersect like rhythms

You look at life through a prism

Willing to split the difference,

If only for the right schism

Elegance takes percision

Catch flies with simple syrup,

Sacrifice pure vision

Truth is a nervous system

Balanced on the precipice

Of perfect wisdom

Who’s gonna marry me now?

Or carry me out?

Or stare me down?

Downstairs, the fair’s letting out

The affair’s getting out

Who cares?

It’s just sound

Like innocence?

Try prison.

Like you won’t take deliverance,

Whatever hole you find it in.

Violence is a given

From the other side of the fence,

It’s just like television

I’ll admit there’s been some dereliction.

I’ll seek forgiveness, you get the permissions.

Life’s a bit like a burn victim: we see it’s

Harsh reality, and yet we prefer fiction.

Like, this is nice.

But is it worth it?

Does it justify it’s price?

Does it serve it’s worthless purpose?

Will you heed your own advice?

If you want to make it work

It’s best to check everything twice

In lieu of two new sets of eyes,

Incentivize some passersby…

She feels no strings inside her stomach

But that doesn’t mean they’re not there

Much less never were

And the audiences love it Their expectations plummet

I bring to mind the things she’s signed but

She’s long since memorized her lines

And she’s terrified in public

Objectified by her subjects

«Who's gonna marry me now?

Where are we now?

You’re wearing me out.»

If you want ‘em to care ten years from now,

Then here’s how.

Shout:

These things are nice, but it ain’t worth it I been wasted half my life.

I been trained to thing I deserve it.

I’ve been dumb and deaf and blind.

This ain’t right.

I ain’t perfect.

I ain’t trying to say…

Things are nice.

But it ain’t worth it.

It ain’t worth it.

Come on.