Rinsing Songtext
von Nervous Surface

Eyes open up and look around
Pick up connect and scrolling down
Hours pass just lay around
And put the poison in my mouth

I′m sick sick sick
Of the same old
This is what it feels like to have a weak soul
Fits fits in with the description
Textbook nightmare
Holding out for something that might fix it
I'm scared


Feels like nothing changes
Nothing works
It′s manic and depressive spurts
Broken mindset
Isolated
Ego incapacitated

I'm sick sick sick
Of the same old
This is what it feels like to have a weak soul
Fits fits in with the description
Textbook nightmare
Holding out for something that might fix it
I'm scared

Everybody′s brain is fine
The lights are on for yours and mine
My confidence or lack thereof
Will build entwined with pure self-love