i m not turning back i m not coming for you there s no time for that there s no valid excuse the less i comprehend the blanker maps will abound won t you come over so i can wrap you around me we re not stranded in the quicksand we re not choking on words we have landed in the deep end we re not moving onwards i m a sick device a transit gloria tune those infected eyes are so becoming on you keep no track of time we re not settling scores it s not a sacrifice not a casualty of war we re not stranded in the quicksand we re not choking on words we have landed in the deep end we re not moving onwards we re not stranded in the quicksand we re not choking on words we have landed in the deep end we re not moving onwards shed no layered skin shed no light on us all every severed twin will wear a sign on their soul shed no layered skin shed no light on us all every severed twin will wear a sign on their soul we re not stranded in the quicksand we re not choking on words we have landed in the deep end we re not moving onwards we re not stranded in the quicksand we re not choking on words we have landed in the deep end we re not moving onwards1