Shandon. Not So Happy To Be Sad. Stubnitz. Zeneszám

Lazy, slowly gone insaneneed to rest but cannot stay
Sliding over quicksand
Hoping not to get in it
I survive I do not live
I wont rest my mind
The pulse is getting tight
Because I know
I need to move on
Traveling I can't stop the time
Million miles and more to go
To spread a sail to follow a way
I'll be there back and far away