Quicksand

Here to meet the soft deadline You tell yourself stories all the time, on and on Don't have to cry for the decline But listen to me You're laughing at my troubles, yeah Quicksand moving It's moving fast, fast, fast Take a big burlap sack And fill it with your crap Now burn it all Yeah, burn it all Take a big burlap sack And fill it with your crap Now burn it all Yeah, burn it all Are you sure you trust that hypnotist? He just tells you what you want to hear, my dear Where will you be When the locusts come? You're laughing at my stumbles, yeah Quicksand moving It's moving fast, fast, fast Take a big burlap sack And fill it with your crap Now burn it all Yeah, burn it all Take a big burlap sack And fill it with your crap Now burn it all Yeah, burn it all