Текст песни Point Mutation - Covey

Let's sit down and have ourselves a fucked up family dinner
And convince ourselves that all of this is normal
And that we tried our very best
No, it is not our fault, it was circumstantial
Mishap, a clash of personalities if you want to call it that

A ventricular system of personal complexities
Without fail will hemorrhage once a day
We beg for it all to amalgamate
Into something worth all this silence and contention
We demand our sheer minutia
Like we're owed some kind of medal
For a salty bead of sweat
Or god forbid some fucking sacrifice to our precious comfy lives

What an aberration
This all turned out to be
It's a point mutation
A genetic anomaly
We let it spread
Let it sink in it's hooks
As I watched myself spoil
I am undercooked

Am I overtired?
Or just overthinking?
Got a knot in my chest
That is slowly sinking
I don't feel so good
So I'll spill my guts
And I'll overshare my meaningless frustrations
Through these songs and illustrations
About some thoughts that might not matter at all

What an aberration
This all turned out to be
It's a point mutation
A genetic anomaly
And we let it spread
Let it sink in it's hooks
As I watched myself spoil
I am undercooked

"Stay together for the kids"
What the hell does that even mean?
Let's act like everything is fine and I don't have fucked up memories
Let's act like everything is fine and I don't have fucked up memories
Let's act like everything is fine and I don't have fucked up memories