Текст песни mush - TheFeetHands

Mush mush mush mush
Mush mush mush
Mush, mush
Mush mush mush mush
Mush mush mush
Mush, mush, (mush, mush, mush)
Melatonin won't work
This is what I deserve
Life doesn't feel real like 100 Benadryl's
Popped a couple mushies
I'm drinking a melted slushie
My brain feels way too mushy
Ah, maybe I'm a pussy
And I try new things but I
Cry even if it's good
And it's all
Mush mush mush
I don't wanna be
Mush mush mush
In that reality
Ever again
No one is my friend
But I'll do it all again
If it means I'll find the end
Now I'm turning the page
It's been a couple days
Now I'm back to normal again
I don't wanna go back to normal again
A few days ago I thought
That my life was over
And my brain's still mushy
Maybe I'm a push over
And I tried to find the answer
To the answers
No finding what I'm looking for
The reason's no more
Mush mush mush
I don't wanna be
Mush mush mush
In that reality
Ever again
No one is my friend
But I'll scream again
If it means it all will end
When you don't wanna die
But think you're gonna die
Kinda disappointing
Continuing your life
'Cause the visions that you see
Warp in your memory
And you almost find your purpose
As your screaming "Is it worth it?"
And I don't wanna be
(And I don't wanna be in that reality)
In that reality full of mush
(Full of mush, full of mush)
Mush mush mush
I don't wanna be
Mush mush mush
In that reality
Ever again
Never ever again
But I'll scream again
Why do I want to do it again?
And I don't wanna be
The person you don't wanna see
'Cause what you want from me
I'll never live up to
And I don't wanna see (And I don't wanna see)
What I'll turn out to be (What I'll turn out to be)
'Cause failure is easier
When you know it's coming
Is anybody coming for me?
Is anybody coming for me?
Is anybody coming for me?

I question (I question)
If I'll wake up tomorrow
I'm left with (left with)
A shit ton of sorrow
I don't wanna be in that reality
Where everyone is out to get me
Wondering will I know my purpose?
Does this world need me or am I meaningless?
Mushing around the thoughts in my brain
Until I come up with something that isn't that great
It's only track 9
The punchline is no one ever gets to track 9
I keep thinking I'll top each one
But I just keep on flopping
It's lunch time and I'm nauseous
And I want to stop this