Idle

Words fail to reach the mind
Stranded watching the time
Minutes to hours
The mindset is soured
Who’s the one to blame?

Stand in the quicksand
Try to run or just be still

Stand in the quicksand
Sink and submit yourself to the hell beneath
The hell beneath your feet

Cannot adapt
With the weight on your back
No ones really there
Drowning within
The air’s getting thin
Invisible pain and fear

A want to feel freedom
Some kind of release

Stand in the quicksand
Try to run or just be still

Stand in the quicksand
Sink and submit yourself to the hell beneath
The hell beneath your feet

Stand in the quicksand
They can’t even tell
'Cause on the outside, everything is fine

The Sun has burnt out
The stars don’t align
The clock has run out
The lost sense of time