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Black Label Society

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