You're missing the signs, because it's not what you're looking for. Faith is no bargain, cheaply bought off of trickster hands. The way of the shark is a middle way and the end of the road is a sharp mouth of knives that thirsts for the clenching.
Everything I need, everything I touch turns to quicksand. The harder I try, I try so hard. It slips right through my fingers.
Belief is a virtue which no conjurer can fable for idle ears. The path of the unfailing is a lions den for the simple-hearted. In the end, it is the gap of the serpent that burrows in the deep.
Everything I need, everything I touch turns to quicksand. The harder I try, I try so hard. It slips right through my fingers.
I am the awaited burst with the sun in my back. Burning your wounds and igniting mine. I am wine to your water. No matter how much you pour the dilution it won't whitewash my wrong.
The harder I try, I try so hard.
Everything I need, everything I touch turns to quicksand. The harder I try, I try so hard. It slips right through my fingers.