The Hood Internet - These Things Are Nice lyrics

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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 Whos gonna marry me now? Or carry me out? Or stare me down? Downstairs, the fairs letting out The affairs getting out Who cares? Its just sound Like innocence? Try prison. Like you wont take deliverance, Whatever hole you find it in. Violence is a given From the other side of the fence, Its just like television Ill admit theres been some dereliction. Ill seek forgiveness, you get the permissions. Lifes 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 Its 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 doesnt mean they're not there Much less never were And the audiences love it Their expectations plummet I bring to mind the things shes signed but Shes long since memorized her lines And shes terrified in public Objectified by her subjects Whos gonna marry me now? Where are we now? Youre wearing me out. If you want em to care ten years from now, Then heres how. Shout: These things are nice, but it aint worth it I been wasted half my life. I been trained to thing I deserve it. Ive been dumb and deaf and blind. This aint right. I aint perfect. I aint trying to say... Things are nice. But it aint worth it. It aint worth it. Come on.