Second chances are so divine I can't reveal what's on my mind But I am drowning in the quicksand The deprivation of my mind This education intertwined With all these musings of a sick man Float down that river of blood you made when you stabbed my back But I am drowning in the quicksand Well I don't feel like getting older I just feel like getting numb And I don't see why I should bother I just don't think I can let it go When you turn sour grapes to wine The fermentation takes some time But I am following the short hand When desperation is unkind Exacerbation walks the line And I am following a blind man Float down that river of blood you made when you stabbed my back But I am drowning in the quicksand Well I don't feel like getting older I just feel like getting numb And I don't see why I should bother I just don't think I can let it go Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Well I don't feel like getting older I just feel like getting numb And I don't see why I should bother I just don't think I can let it go