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jinerik - bliss is only beautiful to the blind / dt's reprise كلمات الأغنية

and we sing this morning that wonderful and grand old message. i don’t know about you, but i never get tired of it. number 8: bliss is only beautiful to the blind

mesmerized by december skies. cold winter wind, then tempers fly
into my lungs, out. letters wide, arranged to join and make words but no sense implied
i just wanna k!ll the will spill my all. my summer’s cut short to nill man. f-ck all these feels in fall, i’d rather not feel at all
i’m actually broke, naturally my half of the rent is due and i haven’t a dime. pathway to la la land and i’m living like such a sc-m bag. such southside slime
i face plant to the side walk. eat the concrete, these concrete emotions lead me down a concrete pathway that weighs me down. i’m obsolete and pained
my breaths healing what’s left. any type of kept feeling bled deep in this post adolescent poet dreaming. i f-cking hate that i love to sit and wallow in this “woe is me” tirade
so its me that gets to sit and b-tch about the mindstate. that plus the past, times fate. subtracted any concept to divide hate
my style is so lightweight
but d-mn do it get so heavy. the more f i sip the more i more like demi
walk off the ledge with no will to stop, i am legend. i am lemming

have it your way, you’re inebriate while it’s mid day. wow. f-ck midway
stuck in a rut at the bottom of a bottle. bottoms up hollow, then i’m hollow
every f-cking day i’m f-cking up, so clear the way as i flutter, and fray
i hope you can f-cking save me from myself. me from being me
must you see in me what i f-cking hate?
progress, my princess. the process to process is recess. then i whisk away to odd wish, and i lay an obelisk. then i raise up to kiss the sky’s lips
fall from grace to a grave and just roll around til rottened
this nonsense, i’m not convinced that this songs spent on sob stories
you’re all dense. you’re all dense
my conscience says to pop this. (pop this)
don’t worry about any of the contents (don’t worry about it)
then for a sec i’m content feeling contempt, for once as i wince

there’s nothing i know more than nothing and null
this lump in my throat is nothing i know
its something i wrote, but nothing i’ve told
its something i’ve sewn from bluffing eye rolls
sunk when i’m sunk, sunken eye folds
this f-cking time hold i have has been trapped and f-cking my lobes
what do i loathe? this motherless town that f-cking i growed
i wanna trade time zones
might be the key to brightness through blindness
open up my eyes past silence, let the light in
wondering how to stay alive through thinning kindness and spinning timeless
back to the mounds of “so wrong” i so long for, but don’t want
don’t haunt my soul, ponder why you want me to hold on
when this rope burns holes through my whole palm

smile on today, cry about it later
breathe in

amen to the omen that one day i will die and my bones will be stolen
my guts on display for all those to witness and a widow at home waiting for the end of existence
i wish for a second chance, to go back and change
something tells me that i’m pr-ne to repeat my entire coming of age

- jinerik

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