Dog in the Quicksand Lyrics

Never before has a man attempted to paint like this
Slapping the paint all over his house with no care
Making an image brutal, frank and unusual...
And rare...
Just a Dog... in the Quicksand

Never before has a man attempted to live this way
Losing his mind and over the edge of despair
Flirting with madness and frozen in between helplessness...
And air...
Like a Dog... in the Quicksand

Like a Bull running for
Any brave matador
When he stops
And he takes a breath
And he stares at the steel
That he knows he will feel
And you know
That he's staring at death
Like a Dog... in the Quicksand

Never before has a painter shown we could die this way
Never before a truth so simple and bare
Anyone wanting to find himself, cast an eye this way
Look there
We are all... in the Quicksand!

Like a Bull running for
Any brave matador
When he stops
And he takes a breath
And he stares at the steel
That he knows he will feel
Then you know
That he's staring at death

Alone with himself
Alone with his life
Alone with his will to survive...
And fighting for ground
And more men have drowned
And somehow still there and alive
Like a dog, in the quicksand!