Lyrics Quicksand – Freezing Process

Taken to the brink of something
Something, but we can’t know what
To wait, to want, it’s so bad, and
Try something, and

But it suits you
Your condition
Symptoms that keep you in
Keep you from motion
Until it’s cold
Slowing you down
Until you can’t go

Taken by something
But you can’t hold on to it
You can’t
It slips through your fingers
Slips through your hand
Because they’re too cold
Can’t get a grip
On what’s in your sight
It’s like getting old
It’s like getting told, to, sit, still

But it suits you
Your condition
Symptoms that keep you in

It’s not me
Is there something
So wrong
Process of depraving yourself
Of peace of mind