Quicksand

Well I can hear the bells, they're ringing
Their subtlety turns to screaming
Saying "No, no, where the hell are ya going, now?
Go, go, get out while you can"

So I run away, I just can't look back, or they'll find me
But I feel them so close, they're inside of me
And I'm bleeding a trail to follow, and they're never gonna let it go
So is it too late? Looking down the barrel of a gun
As the countdown reaches one
With the trigger at my command, I'm sinking in quicksand

So a drop for a drop, just some blood for a bottle
But who needs more than what lies at the bottom
So 1, 2 and we're just getting started now,
3, 4 that's my cue to get out

I run away, I just can't look back, or they'll find me
But I feel them so close, they're inside of me
And I'm bleeding a trail to follow, and they're never gonna let it go
So is it too late? Looking down the barrel of a gun
As the countdown reaches one
With the trigger at my command, I'm sinking in quicksand

I'm treading though I'm only knee deep
Black shadows are cast over me
And I'm sinking, I'm suffocating
I'm drowning in the tears in my eyes

I run away, I just can't look back, or they'll find me
But I feel them so close, they're inside of me
And I'm bleeding a trail to follow, they're never gonna let it go
So is it too late? Looking down the barrel of a gun
As the countdown reaches one
With the trigger at my command, I'm sinking in quicksand