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More insistent song about dealing with depression. Singer(s): Male
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I’m walking in quicksand, standing in my hole
Walking in quicksand, dragging in my soul
Can’t anybody tell me, what’s wrong with me
I’m standing here between the ocean and the deep blue sea
Some people tell me, I gotta keep from crying
But what they don’t tell me, is what I gotta do is keep from dying
I’m in quicksand, standing in my hole
No matter what I do or what I say it’s dragging in my soul
Some people tell me, that my ship will come in
But they don’t say how much I gotta lose to win
You call me lazy, that I just don’t care
So just kick me in the shin so there’s a reason for these fucking tears
Some people tell me, I gotta keep on trying
What they don’t tell me, is all I gotta do is keep from dying
I’m in quicksand, standing in my hole
No matter what I do or what I say it’s dragging in my soul
(Guitar break)
Can’t somebody tell me, what’s wrong with me
Can’t somebody help me. I’m standing ‘tween the ocean and the deep blue sea
I’m in quicksand, standing in my hole
No matter what I do or what I say it’s dragging in my soul
No matter what I do or what I say it’s dragging in my soul
Dragging in my soul
Dragging in my soul
Dragging in my soul
@1990’s – had a dream one night where I was playing the guitar muted riff in a song performance. When I woke up i went right to my guitar and started experimenting with it. This is a more frantic song about depression, and the desperation of trying to deal with it.