The world before my eyes
Quicksand
I tangle in the wind, and sever my hands
I am ready to become useful, useful
And I and I and I am a creature
I'll die, I'll die; I will die a terror
The world before my eyes
Quicksand
And I and I and I am a creature
I'll die, I'll die; I will die a terror
And I and I and I am a creature
I'll die, I'll die; I will die a terror