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