Lyrics:
I am become division brother
Torn by trauma left unmotivated
Can't commit to anything or anyone mother
I'm a control freak above all else
Morality
reaching out their hands
But I won't let them hold on
Cuz my life is quicksand
Sleeping to avoid my problems
Hiding away
I know can't ignore my issues
"But
my hand, take my hand, take my hand
We cannot care what's possible
We'll pull ourselves out of this quicksand
We'll meet up in the aftermath
We'll meet
quicksand pindan barbed wire flat tyre bushfire desire
Once or twice I might have even failed
But now I'm on the track I'm on the trail
Later on my songs
sell your soul
To make a deal with the devil
GREED
NO
To have it all is just to fan the flame
It will burn your soul
You will step into quicksand
GREED
Better days
Clouded by ganja haze
Circling this maze
Fresh air for the lungs
Nature is where we belong
But we to busy in Babylon
Chasing dreams with
He rolled in like a tall drink of water on a hot summer day
He took her by surprise when her eyes met his and she had no words to say
He crept out
hand
I feel stuck, without a plan
It's like I'm pulled down by quicksand
This day to day grinds away at me
It’s a great big world out there
People say
congratulations
No
I don't wanna say
That it's easy for me
Oh I
Be strugglin sometimes
Be swallowed by my pride
They try to break my stride
But I still be tryin
Be
seen her
You're stuck in quicksand
There's no way out
Reach out for my hand
I won't let go
If you don't let go
I won't let you down
He came for her last
like quicksand
Fast money, quick bands
Tripping up a clique band
I'll do it all by myself
'Cause you fuckers give me no help
You put me up on the shelf
passing me by I'm froze
Slippery slope, I need a rope
Won't somebody come pull me back out from the quicksand
Slippery slope, I need a rope
Won't somebody
lie
I lie
I lie
I lie
Chase your spirit
Not what I planned
Feeling cliché
Stuck like quicksand
Growing despair
Pilot unmanned
Hell went through you
Is this place what really makes me stay?
Or is it just ego?
It feels like I’ll never get away.
From this room, I watch my life going by,
but nothing
to feel this quicksand
And every movement is embraced
By this sweet frustration
Pain
From throwing my insides out
Only to decompose
Right in front
Ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto livin'
These streets remind me of quicksand (quicksand)
When you're on it, you'll keep goin' down (goin' down)
Ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto livin'
These streets remind me of quicksand (quicksand)
When you're on it, you'll keep goin' down (goin' down)
reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
But drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power, anymore
No I ain't got the power anymore
I'm
Contagious - Riverside
Bag talk imma go and get it tear the pages,
Bad bitch with a ass on her outrageous,
thank the LORD, out the quicksand how we
drowning in the quicksand
You've got me by the toes and
I always knew you had the upper hand (upper hand)
Messages I sent to her
Said she couldn't
Half buried in the quicksand
Yet we keep on moving
A constant withering
We’re hanging by a thread
Oblivious to the void beneath our feet
Envy
I guess it's time for my comeuppance
I even got strings just like a puppet
Is there something that i'm missing
Blinded by this hate i feel
If there's
as quicksand
Hurry up and take me by the hand
Baby don't you know it's a Wonderland
Tonight's the night I take a chance
Dive head first into this romance
no you think I lost My flame
I wanna die in Japan think I might sink by my feet quicksand getting so high it's the plan Smoke on the gas go fly
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