Quicksands running through my hand

The execution comes from deep inside

There’s no place to go
Where some faith could grow

It doesn’t matter what I’ve left behind
So I used to be a thing that should not be

The neon lights are shifting
And all trust is drifting
Can you make it mine
For a final time?

So give in to me
I’m living just a memory
So give in to me
I’m living just a broken dream

So ashamed to say that I’m afraid
Will you understand and take my hand?
To touch the pure quicksand

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