The Relationship Between Quicksand and Vultures letra

The blind and the hopeless, in numbers they do prey,
Their road to salvation is surely paved with hate,
Two thousand years into our utter misery,
Their lost cause, reflected in the broken glass,
Demons dance, upon dying horizons,
Fulfill my shallow expectations,
Heartbreak bred these pack hunters,
Bravery, displayed within their cowardly swarms,
Prove me wrong…
I don't want your love,
I don't want your helping hands,
I just want out of this quicksand baby!

The Jonestown Syndicate - Letras

• Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
• Casualty Fare
• Coffee Stains on My Skin and My Sheets
• Fixed on Spinning Clocks
• From Whole to Hollow
• Gallows Embody My Greed
• My Heart is Houdini, and for the Next Trick, I'll Stop Breathing…
• Phone Lines and Screeching Sirens Spell ``Emergency!``
• Sleeping on Borrowed Time Has Lost its Charm
• The Relationship Between Quicksand and Vultures