Quicksand

Quicksand

I need to hear that whisper
That seductive sound of winter
Chills me to the bone to hear her
begging me, begging me
Give my life to you
Live my life in servitude
No more giving in to these urges
Medicate my mind to cure this

Claw my eyes out just make a point
My words will be heard & dissapoint
Expect nothing less or nothing more
Judge my mind before I hit the floor
Here I come crashing through the door

Wings of an angel burn in your hands
Hide it best you can, drowning in the quicksand
Should I reach out or leave you where I stand
Begging me, begging me
Gave my life to you
Nothing left to lose
This is me breaking free
Keep your hands away from me


Claw my eyes out just make a point
My words will be heard & dissapoint
Expect nothing less or nothing more
Judge my mind before I hit the floor
Here I come crashing through the door

+Again, these lyrics could be improved by a ending that adds more emphasize to the song. The verses are cool and I know that you have used efficient time to work all these lyrics of yours. Try to work on you endings...-