Текст песни Joynumb (Blitzo.Glyphics) с переводом

I can’t feel a thing, I don’t remember shit

Is this a fucking dream, or is this really it?

I never knew a thing, until I fucked it up

Is this another dream? Shit, something’s up

Dipped into a shit gloom I do exist

Dripped out of a dick and boom this is it

Lick wounds with a brick threw into a fit

Pitch tunes with a sick brew of vigilance

Joynumb with a wish of true wickedness

A blue pigeonless note, it grew in a cyst

Who gives a chick hope that I’m the who I wish

It’s Blitzo, he’s a broken joke pitching hits

A large coke with a pep, see I’m soaking in

Holding a mess of sky blues weather it’s the dopest

Potent bliss, skating on bars

Am I dreaming? Or I’m riding in a magical car

I ain’t holding a wheel, I ain’t looking at signs

But I’m alive, so I’m real, least I thought at the time

A lot of the time, I fuck life’s ass til I’m fine

Bout to grab a bottle, get blasted and blind so that…

I can’t feel a thing, I don’t remember shit

Is this a fucking dream, or is this really it?

I never knew a thing, until I fucked it up

Is this another dream? Shit, something’s up

Dipped into a shit gloom I do exist

Dripped out of a dick and boom this is it

Lick wounds with a brick threw into a fit

Pitch tunes with a sick brew of vigilance

Joynumb with a wish of true wickedness

Employed once, that gig was too shit and piss

Enjoy lumps of the leaf and crude rigidness

Avoid some of the beast but who could admit

That they’re pure inside, full of love, bullshit

Everybody’s got a little bit of evil in ‘em

Just take a look at you, open your heart

Feel the poison when it enters like you’re poked from a dart

This is dinnertime, I’m a certified soul chef

Mold mindsets, belligerent push

Combine cess, see my visuals kush

My goddess shakes her head with a pitiful look, she knows…

I can’t feel a thing, I don’t remember shit

Is this a fucking dream, or is this really it?

I never knew a thing, until I fucked it up

Is this another dream? Shit, something’s up

Until I rap my last verse in a hearse

Am I walking this Earth’s surface a person that’s cursed?

Life’s so subversive at first, what’s the purpose of birth?

Sell a soul, what’s the purchasing worth?

Obsessive compulsive confession aggressive

Explosive depression I’m wrestling a ghost

And I’m stressing, If I win, I’m hosting a blessing

If I lose, I’m lost and I’m guessing I’m gone

With a heart as cold and dark as the winter

But behold I try to hold a spark in the center

Knowing that it only takes a spark to start a forest fire

Spit it from my soul like a southern church chorus choir

And I’ve got angels all around me

Protecting me from strangers that surround me

But it’s dangerous I’m drowning

I lost my mind it was tossed around bounced off the ground

Tracked it down cross the town in the lost and found

I realize it’s my imagination that really dies

When all of my exaggerations are really lies

The truth’s in the rhymes, did I write it all down in vain?

Sit outside drowning pain in the pounding rain

Going down the drain

And I’m glad I found my brain

But if you’re a real friend you’ll let me know if I sound insane

Some turn to the pharmacy and learn not to think

Some turn to the shrink, some turn to the drink

But it’s the oddest facade at rock bottom when the bottle is God

It’s obvious the Goddess is flawed

When you can’t barely stand blasted plastered

Asking a man to pass the flask faster

Then after the hand claps and laughter

Congratulations, you’re a fantastic bastard

The master plan is a hand crafted disaster man

Ran from the devil but he ran faster, damn

Now it’s about to get drastic fast

When they start noticing the cracks in my plastic mask

I’m living minute to minute not giving into the cynical gimmicks

Given I’m livid I love and live and I learn

But if you get in my way then I’m shoving getting my turn

All the pettiness that I rise above it didn’t concern

Is it real? I’m flying with the birds with a view

But there’s vultures all around and they can hurt you it’s true

But there’s a virtuous few perched on a church in a pew

Praying you search for the true virtuous version of you

So what’s a man to do? So much evil and good

So many people in Hell that wouldn’t leave if they could

I’m sick of this I step quick in this ubiquitous wickedness

I’m thinking it’s a trap, I’m thinking it’s a wrap

But I’m a skeptic that can’t accept it living septic

Til that dart spit and your heart takes a direct hit

One day it will fade away to gray

That’s as refreshing as breath and as depressing as death

If you can’t join ‘em beat ‘em into submission and defeat ‘em

Dismissing competition’s opposition to my freedom

Until I’m regarded as diminishing and departed

The Beneficial Disciple, I’m finishing what I started

Let me take it back, to the first verse, right?

In the end, we all get a personal hearse ride