Sink in the quicksand. Linked to the branch of a tree. I can't see. Because it's darker than death and your guys up and left me out here to freeze. And this forest plays its tricks so I treat it with respect. I threw my garbage in a skip, I buttoned up my anorak. I shuffled soft shoe. I washed...you could look me in the teeth and comb your hair. Choked by the quicksand, kicked from the branch of this tree...Now, I'm free.
