I’m falling in quicksand
You ask me if I’ll breathe or dig
Babe, I’ll just fly and hope not to die
Tonight
They might say I’m a narcissistic freak
They’re not all wrong but at least I’m free
And if you want to become like me
Then drop your shackles and let the Rhythm drive you be

Amps, drumsticks and picks
Microphones and other shits
Lent us this power as raw as it is
As fierce as my fist, as lustful as a kiss
The watch in your wrist tells us it’s about time
To go frenzy and to lose our minds
Look forward and don’t stand behind
Or we’ll lose your sight

Could you notice I did notice that I
Just stated all this bullshit and it was all a lie

I’m falling in quicksand
Will you please lend me your hand?
I don’t care if you don’t understand
Or this might come to an end