Quicksand

Im not turning back
Im not Coming for you
Theres no time for that
Theres no Valid Excuse

The Less I Comprehend
The Blanker Maps Will Abound
Wont You Come Over
So I Can Wrap you around
Me

Were not Stranded in the quicksand
were not choking on words
we have landed in the deep end
were not moving onwards

Im a sick device
A transit Gloria tune
those infected eyes
are so becoming on you

Keep no track of time
were not settling scores
its a sacrafice
not a casualty of
war

were no stranded in the quicksand
were not choking on words
we have landed in the deep end
were not moving onwards

were not stranded in the quicksand
were not choking on words
we have landed in the deep end
were not moving onwards

shed no layered skin
shed no light on us all
every severed twin
will wear a sign on their soul

shed no layered skin
shed no light on us all
every severed twin
will wear a sign on their soul

were not stranded in the quicksand
were not choking on words
we have landed in the deep end
were not moving onwards

were not stranded in the quicksand
were not choking on words
we have landed in the deep end
were not moving onwards



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Rene Liot, Fabienne Claire Debarre, William Jean Serfass
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