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