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Quicksand Otras Canciones

: It's all backward. It's all bad word. Said to me by you. How you misunderstand. All, wrapped up, in yourself. Fall, who will pick you up Walking backward

: I know just what your thinking. You want someone to blame. I know you well a?˜cause, I always feel the same. We always look behind. We always look

: A trap to fall, fall into easy, believe in what you look like, outside. A stain you can't remove. A stain that keeps you from that place, where you

: So this is what's in store. It doesn't hurt to try. There is no pain in death, it only hurts to die. The cut that stings. Look before you leap. All

: If, you turn, turn away, I, can pretend, that you'll stay. If you want it. If, you, want, I will. Torn, in two, torn away. I, could not look. I wish

: It's built, up inside. You're on, the verge of exploding. Self less, enough to say. I meant what I said, and I'm not even sorry. What is to get? It

: Waist down, deep tied, now it's chest high. Pressure pours down from the top down, all sides. Something seeps down, inside, you can't suppress when

: Thorn in, my side. And you live just to pull me down. Rusted, nail I stepped on. This infection. Thorn in my side. You're full, I think so, of anger

: I'm on the inside, I'm on your side, And each thought stings. I can't think straight. It's overflowing. It's overflowing. It's coming down. It's overflowing