Slipping in and out of consciousness
Wave on wave on wave
of things I do not wish to recall
I rave, I rave, I rave
I hear the voice of someone I've known
Yearning and yearning and yearning
for solid ground but it's all gone
Turning and turning and turning
Falling into a black abyss
Further and further and further
Then lifted back unto the linen again
Returning, returning, returning
No one there at all when I call
to acuse, to acuse, to acuse
This is Substanceless abuse
Quicksilver undermining the ice, lets me fall
Quicksands swallowing me, no footing left at all
Quicklime covers my corpse as I rot in my cell
Quicken my weak spirit give me strength to rebel
Quicksilver undermining the ice, lets me fall
Quicksands swallowing me, no footing left at all
Quicklime covers my corpse, covers up my smell
Quicken my weak spirit give me strength to rebel
Wave on wave on wave
of things I do not wish to recall
I rave, I rave, I rave
I hear the voice of someone I've known
Yearning and yearning and yearning
for solid ground but it's all gone
Turning and turning and turning
Falling into a black abyss
Further and further and further
Then lifted back unto the linen again
Returning, returning, returning
No one there at all when I call
to acuse, to acuse, to acuse
This is Substanceless abuse
Quicksilver undermining the ice, lets me fall
Quicksands swallowing me, no footing left at all
Quicklime covers my corpse as I rot in my cell
Quicken my weak spirit give me strength to rebel
Quicksilver undermining the ice, lets me fall
Quicksands swallowing me, no footing left at all
Quicklime covers my corpse, covers up my smell
Quicken my weak spirit give me strength to rebel