Quicksand
Ouse Morrer
I run back while everybody is moving on
My arms are senseless, my legs are failing too
My head keeps me saying it’s ok
I'm swallowed by my sweat
The ground is a quicksand, but I perceive it’s nothing
The long distance I go it is nowhere but to be alone
The ground is a quicksand, but I perceive it’s nothing
No finish line when you don’t last
Set the pace of the dead and break all the bones
Leaving the flesh on the way, but feel no pain
Set the pace of the dead again, we say and break all the bones
Break all the bones
The ground is a quicksand, but I perceive it’s nothing
The long distance I go it is nowhere but to be alone
The ground is a quicksand, but I perceive it’s nothing
But I perceive it's nothing
But I perceive it's nothing
But I perceive it's nothing