Quicksand

Preoccupy yourself
Remain "busy"
Never lie alone in the deafening silence
Keep running
Soon the ground will disappear
From underneath your feet
Keep feeding off the same addictions
Always come back to the same conclusions

But turn away from the truth
Please, the truth isn't easy to stare at
Fix your eyes on your next fix
Maybe tomorrow you can find the time
Maybe tomorrow you can find the time

Until then, pull yourself up
Let the choking strings
Walk you into the glamorous spotlights
Just play your role,
Smile while the cameras click
Feed off the wild applause
Maybe tomorrow you can find the time
To break free.

How long will you run away?
How many more times will you turn away?
Do the bruises heal that quickly?

The world is dying,
And taking you along
Do I have to watch you
Get stabbed in the back?
You hold on tight
To what you know
To what is safe

Let go, His hands are there to catch you, beautiful child.

My ears are currently seduced by: 3 Doors Down - Seventeen Days