I'm not turning back
I'm not coming for you
There's no time for that
There's no valid excuse
The less I comprehend
The blanker maps will abound
Won't you come over
So I can wrap you around me
We're not stranded in the quicksand
We're not choking on words
We have landed in the deep end
We're not moving onwards
I'm a sick device
A transit Gloria tune
Those infected eyes
Are so becoming on you
Keep no track of time
We're not settling scores
It's not a sacrifice
Not a casualty of war
We're not stranded in the quicksand
We're not choking on words
We have landed in the deep end
We're not moving onwards
Shed no layered skin
Shed no light on us all
Every severed twin
Will wear a sign on their soul
Shed no layered skin
Shed no light on us all
Every severed twin
Will wear a sign on their soul
We're not stranded in the quicksand
We're not choking on words
We have landed in the deep end
We're not moving onwards
We're not stranded in the quicksand
We're not choking on words
We have landed in the deep end
We're not moving onwards
