Slipping in and out of consciousness Wave on wave on wave of things I do not wish to recall I rave, I rave, I rave
I hear the voice of someone I’ve known Yearning and yearning and yearning for solid ground but it’s all gone Turning and turning and turning
Falling into a black abyss Further and further and further Then lifted back unto the linen again Returning, returning, returning
No one there at all when I call to acuse, to acuse, to acuse This is Substanceless abuse
Quicksilver undermining the ice, lets me fall Quicksands swallowing me, no footing left at all Quicklime covers my corpse as I rot in my cell Quicken my weak spirit give me strength to rebel
Quicksilver undermining the ice, lets me fall Quicksands swallowing me, no footing left at all Quicklime covers my corpse, covers up my smell Quicken my weak spirit give me strength to rebel