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