(Verse 1)
The ground looks solid, the path is clear
No warning bells for a creeping fear
The sun is out, the birds all sing
A false peace for a wicked thing
You're humming a tune, you're tapping your feet
'Til the earth gives way beneath your street
A sudden lurch, a hollow sound
And you're falling down to hallowed ground
(Chorus)
So watch your step, look down below
For the trap doors where the good things go
They're hiding just beneath the light
A final fall, a endless night
And watch out for the shifting ground
The quicksand where the lost are found
It pulls you down without a sound
A lonely spot in a lonely town
(Verse 2)
The world it smiles, it shakes your hand
A promise written in the shifting sand
It says, "Trust me, you'll be just fine"
As it draws you across a silent line
You feel the give, the gentle sway
Like a whispered word at the end of the day
A silent current, a final pull
The hungry earth, it's never full
(Chorus)
So watch your step, look down below
For the trap doors where the good things go
They're hiding just beneath the light
A final fall, a endless night
And watch out for the shifting ground
The quicksand where the lost are found
It pulls you down without a sound
A lonely spot in a lonely town
(Bridge)
They're not always hidden in the dark
Sometimes it's just a subtle mark
A gentle push, a small mistake
A promise that was made to break
It looks like freedom, it looks like grace
'Til the walls close in on this empty place
You're fighting hard just to stay on top
But there's no way that this fall will stop
(Guitar Solo)
(A fast-paced, frantic solo that starts with a sense of urgency and panic, then slows down into a more bluesy, mournful tone, before building back up with heavy, distorted riffs. It ends abruptly with a sharp, cutting note.)
(Chorus)
So watch your step, look down below
For the trap doors where the good things go
They're hiding just beneath the light
A final fall, a endless night
And watch out for the shifting ground
The quicksand where the lost are found
It pulls you down without a sound
A lonely spot in a lonely town
(Outro)
Trap doors... quicksand...
Don't you understand?
This world ain't made for you to stand...
It's just made to pull you under...
(The song ends with the sound of a final, heavy drum hit and a low, rumbling bass note that fades out.)
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