Southern Dissolution

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