Slowmotion Apocalypse

I try to find a way, to crompehend with the mess I'm inI find it hard to stay,surrounded by emotions so sickeningI can not breathe, in quicksand you knowIt's been a long hard road... of unsound thinkingBut I keep moving on, meanwhile I'm sinkingIt's breathing down my neckAll the times we spent doing nothingI wasted all those years,While the years made a waste of meI can not breathe,In quicksand you know