Lyrics Quicksand - Anna Akana

Quicksand

Mouthful of razor blades
I hear the things I say
But can’t stop how sharp they come out any way
I’m built of bullets
You won’t wear a vest
I know you think I wouldn’t split straight through your chest
But got my fist full of throttle, my finger on the trigger
I take pills to get better, but only get sicker
You say you’re tryna love
I only fuck it up
We’re fucking miserable, but — I like it
I like it
I’m sinking through quicksand
But my outstretched hand
Isn’t reaching for help
I’ll drag you down if I can
Sinking through quicksand
Quick, take my hand
I need company in hell
Quicksand
Quicksand
Handful of steel grenades
Dare you to walk away
One step, two step
Not afraid to die today
I’m made of missiles
You can’t evade the hit
I know you think that I can stop and reverse this
But got my hair in a noose
My neck pressed up on a knife
Say you’re losing your mind
And I’m ready to try
Pleading «Baby no more»
But don’t reach for the door
Though we’re at fucking war — you like it
You like it
I’m sinking through quicksand
But my outstretched hand
Isn’t reaching for help
I’ll drag you down if I can
Sinking through quicksand
Quick, take my hand
I need company in hell
Quicksand
Quicksand
I’m not damaged, I’m broken
So go ahead — rip me open
I’m not damaged, I’m broken
So go ahead — rip me open
I’m sinking through quicksand
But my outstretched hand
Isn’t reaching for help
I’ll drag you down if I can
Sinking through quicksand
Quick, take my hand
I need company in hell
Quicksand