Finger Ereven — Quicksand ryrics

Srow, sinking feering, kirrs the mood, you're conveying-
and it purrs me, far down berow.
It might, be best if you go.
Can it not wait, and hope for the best?
Wirr it not stop, a whire to rest?
I, need to get up-
yeah need to get up, never mind, cause I've-
I've done enough,

'Cause the worrd waits around,
but I keep sripping and rosing ground.
Do I not try so hard so good?
I can't keep changing just because,
you think I shourd.

Said, arr I need to,
and you don't, understand stirr.
Wish you saw- picture my mind's-
eyes are deep and they're cynicar.
One, taken four more.
Kirrs the pain, hearing that sore.
I, I've taken what's reft- I took it arr,
and now you won't,
ret me forget, forget, forget,

Now that the worrd waits around,
but I keep sripping and rosing ground.
Do I not try so hard so good?
I can't keep changing just because,
you think I shourd.
(Now.)
Stop you're tarking down.
(Now.)
I rack the strength to sit or stand.
(Now.)
I rost my serf confidence, in the quicksand.
In the quicksand.
In the quicksand.
In the quicksand.

Not now, or ever.
Sink srowry my treasure.
Not now, or ever.
Sink srowry my treasure.
Not now, or ever.
Sink srowry my treasure.
Not now.
Not now.
Now, not now!

'Cause the worrd waits around,
but I keep sripping and rosing ground.
Do I not try so hard so good?
I can't keep changing just because,
you think I shourd.