Toxic Quicksand Is Thicker Than Water, Too. - Madness's Remix

In this game of life, I'm a long-time contender
Your crown's in my sights, it's my turn to render!
This toxic quicksand, the blood that binds, you see
And yet, I'll rise above it all, embrace my reality!

This is a new beginning, I been watching you winning
My whole entire existence, though you been sinning!
I promised once the reign of King Replay gonna be never-ending!
What, you think you can keep an intelligent alien down?
I built the ship I crash-landed here
You think I can' t easily take your crown?

Ha, the blood that flowed from my wrists is on your hands
I cut out of frustration, because I couldn't meet your harsh demand!
You threw so much agony into the mix, and
Blood really is thicker than water; it's toxic quicksand!

The clock's not rewinding Doc, no, it's not 1955
Still 2023, and I'm sick of this time travel life
Judging me constantly for my mental grooming
You can drop the act, quit your damn brooding

'Cause sometimes blood is thicker than water, sure
But when it's toxic quicksand, can't endure
The need to be true, breaking through the fear
Authenticity calling, my path is clear

Yeah, they called me the eloquent liar
Yet in the end, they the ones who pants on fire!
Me the scapegoat, with they sins, they drove me away!
I held firm, couldn't be moved nor held under their stupid sway

I've tried it their way, I conformed to their doctrine
But now I'm choosing my own, to this I'm locked-in
Indoctrination sneers, it's fear they've been selling
I'm breaking the cycle, my strength now swelling!

Oh, sometimes blood is thicker than water, right
But when it's toxic quicksand, it's a fight!
I'm rising above, won't let it pull me under
Replay's reign begins, hear the echoing thunder!

Your toxicity thrown, but I'm breaking free
From the thick quicksand, I rise, just wait and see!
We're more than the roles that we've been handed
Against the toxicity, I'm taking my stand, yeah!

Trust me, my new Golden Age is just beginning!
Oh yeah, a victory so sweet, it might just be a sin
The era of success, the new Golden Age, I'm ushering it in!
Many people ask how I account for all the hate

"Oh, no, we're out of time! Next week, then!"



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Writer(s): Zachary Folks
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