Mystigma - Quicksand текст песни

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