Quicksand : Freezing Process Şarkı Sözleri

Taken to the brink of so mething.
Something, but we can not know what.
To wait, to want, its so bad, and,
try so mething, and,
moving to slow,
to get where you want to go.
Looking for results,
you can not begin, to,
find a way out from the cold,
place you are in.

But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until its cold,
slowing you down,
until you can not go.

Taken by so mething,
but you can not hold on to it,
you can not.
It slips through your fingers,
slips through your hand.
Because theyre too cold,
can not get a grip,
on whats in your sight.
Its like getting old.
Its like getting told, to, sit, still.

But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until its cold,
slowing you down,
until you can not go.

Its not me.
Is there so mething,
so wrong.
Process of depraving yourself,
of peace of mind.