In sinking sand,
I felt myself sinking...
The feel of need,
Not wanting
To attach myself to something.
My detachment's light is blinking.

Can you hear my cry?
So far away in the night...
Can you hear my cry?
With my mouth sealed?

I got attached to you,
Like many thorns...
Oh yes,
They are more than a few.
They bore through my heart,
I felt the blood spew...
Yet still, I felt everything,
Even when I'm not feeling
Nothing.

Is it too much to say
I want to live,
Not just keep surviving?

In sinking sand,
I felt myself sinking...
The feel of need,
Not wanting
To attach myself to something.
My detachment's light is blinking.

Turn it off,
The voice said.
Do I recognize myself?
I know it's another part of me,
Because I've been with myself
Before you...
In the deepest part of hell.

In sinking sand,
I felt myself sinking...
The feel of need,
Not wanting
To attach myself to something.
My detachment's light is blinking.