Lyrics

Sinking down, inching down, black and cold.
Watch how the tarpit engulfs its victim slowly.
Sinking down, farther down, pulling hard.
Be still now, the tarpit always wins.

She wouldn?t reach down and take his outstretched hand,
she wouldn?t throw down a branch to hold.
She wouldn?t smile and pretend to understand,
all was told.

Sinking down, almost gone, far too long.
Watch how the tarpit holds its victim tightly.
Sinking down, slowly down, farther still.
A hand, dripping heavy black, clutching, reaching,
.
.
.
gone.