Quicksand

Well I can hear the bells, they're ringing

Their subtlety turns to screaming

Saying "No, no, where the hell are ya going, now?

Go, go, get out while you can"

So I run away, I just can't look back, or they'll find me

But I feel them so close, they're inside of me

And I'm bleeding a trail to follow, and they're never gonna let it go

So is it too late? Looking down the barrel of a gun

As the countdown reaches one

With the trigger at my command, I'm sinking in quicksand

So a drop for a drop, just some blood for a bottle

But who needs more than what lies at the bottom

So 1, 2 and we're just getting started now,

3, 4 that's my cue to get out

I run away, I just can't look back, or they'll find me

But I feel them so close, they're inside of me

And I'm bleeding a trail to follow, and they're never gonna let it go

So is it too late? Looking down the barrel of a gun

As the countdown reaches one

With the trigger at my command, I'm sinking in quicksand

I'm treading though I'm only knee deep

Black shadows are cast over me

And I'm sinking, I'm suffocating

I'm drowning in the tears in my eyes

I run away, I just can't look back, or they'll find me

But I feel them so close, they're inside of me

And I'm bleeding a trail to follow, they're never gonna let it go

So is it too late? Looking down the barrel of a gun

As the countdown reaches one

With the trigger at my command, I'm sinking in quicksand