Pitchfork Project

I am like quicksand lick it from my hand
tick tock tick tock madness comes tonight
I rest on the bed and I'm sure I slowly get mad
for the fact that I'm a man
I am like quicksand lick it from my hand
I am like quicksand lick it from my hand
in my heart is no place for you
the exit already melted away

Songs:
2069 Ad
Carnival
Existence
I Live Your Dream
Last Call
Timekiller