Southern Dissolution

Black Label Society

The quicksand is rising 
I'll down once more then do it again 
Tired of fighting my war is 
Here how long has it been? 

Right on time 
Right on time 
All is good, all is fine 
I hear you call 

Southern Dissolution 
Come and take it away 
First I trip 

Then I fall 

Sinking come save me 
No need to pick myself off the ground 
Falling to pieces 
My misery is where I'll be found 
Sympathy is where I 
Call my house 
Spiraling stairwell 
Where I choose to roam