Songtexte The Whaling - murphhh

First of all, they herd the whales into the harbour
Then they harpoon them

Got an album to churn out, but I feel burned out
Is this really how my life turned out?
Feel like a beached whale, how I doze
Sat on my phone, opening the app I just closed

Did fuck all today, feeling unfulfilled
And it's chilly this September, got autumnal chills
Still waiting on that quote for our energy bills
Vocal chords remain still like who O.J. killed

As in I can't record vocals, my headspace is off
Wearing another man's face like 'FaceOff'
Told them my thoughts intrude, then they just scoffed
Convincing myself I'm not psycho was tough

I'm not a liar, cause I hide away my mental health
I'm sorry that I've learned to hide that shit with stealth
I'm sorry that you don't believe in what I felt
And I'm sorry I don't talk about my least favourite part about myself

Left on the beach
To rot