It feels like my life’s trapped in quicksand
The more that I try, the worse that I get
The more I believe that I can escape
The closer I feel to death

It’s almost like I’m surrounded by ocean
The longer I swim, the farther I get
The more that I see that there’s no sign of land
The closer I get to an end

It’s kinda like my life’s in the furnace
The longer I stay, the hotter it gets
The more that I feed it with coal and some air
The closer I feel to hell

It’s somewhat like I’m starting to lose it
The longer I look, the harder it gets
The more I believe that it was never there
The closer I get to forget

It’s almost like I’ve got dementia
The more that I think, the less I remember
The longer I live the further I get
From knowing ways I could escape from death