QUICKSAND from GRITTTEST HITS by GRIT

I don't feel and I don't sin
I just sit back peeling skin
To imitate the greats
I swear I'm not afraid

Outside, it's looking pretty nice
Could go for a drink, go for a ride
And smell the crisp autumn air I find
It works perfectly to remind me

I don't listen to him sin
I just wait to have my skin
Pull him out by the legs
We know he's not afraid

I got a friend who peels his skin
Held back by gauze and chlorophyll
We're sure to drown without him but
It's sure to be clean quicksand

Besides, pain's not my only vice
It's just one that here will suffice
I'll climb upon the same old throne
And survey lands impure alone

I am the greatest of the sane
I do not say your name in vain
I mean it every time I scream
Deface you or just run away
I find you cannot kill the roach
It breathes between the grains, encroached
And feeds upon the fallen carcass
Thrashing, pulled into the darkness

I'm just a blend of meat and skin
I am as you are, dulled and still
Waiting to melt into the land
In the soft embrace of sand

Craddled in the womb of the land

In the cleanest purest sand

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