Sink in the quicksand.
Linked to the branch of a tree...
Can't see.
'Cause it's darker than death
And you guys up and left me out here to freeze.
And this forest plays its tricks
So I treat it with respect.
Threw my garbage in a skip,
I buttoned up my anorak.
Shuffled soft shoe.
I washed...
You can look me in the teeth
Comb your hair.
Comb your hair.
Choked by the quicksand,
Kicked from the branch of this tree