Quicksand - Silkworm

Ever wonder why there’s an end to it

Clockwise slipping down a clogged drain

In that period two dimensions out of three

Tried to fit it like a broken chain

The mirror can’t explain to the crowd

Just how the con went down

Tonight’s act is in a double-lined garbage bag

For your pleasure with a top hat and cane

In the quicksand it’s on land and offshore

Ever wonder why people disappear

Sucked under by the day’s tight undertow

A thick accumulation of boredom and fear

On a raft made out of rotten sticks

Caught on a sea of bad risks

Catch it soon

Is that the seventh wave

Don’t dawdle over twice-tried failures

Have you ever seen how those wolves behave

Quicksand you’re on land and you’re offshore

Ever wonder why there’s a house that sits

As empty as the day that someone finished building it

Birds on the highway

Rat on the porch

They’re singing to the people who used to live next door

They don’t answer that phone anymore

The quicksand is on land and offshore