Quicksand

I'm not turning back
I'm not coming for you
There's no time for that
There's no valid excuse

The less I comprehend
The blanker maps will abound
Won't you come over
So I can wrap you around me

We're not stranded in the quicksand
We're not choking on words
We have landed in the deep end
We're not moving onwards

I'm a sick device
A transit Gloria tune
Those infected eyes
Are so becoming on you

Keep no track of time
We're not settling scores
It's not a sacrifice
Not a casualty of war

We're not stranded in the quicksand
We're not choking on words
We have landed in the deep end
We're 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

We're not stranded in the quicksand
We're not choking on words
We have landed in the deep end
We're not moving onwards

We're not stranded in the quicksand
We're not choking on words
We have landed in the deep end
We're not moving onwards