Fear the Quagmire

He has come again and I am powerless to keep him away Yeah I desire to hear his voice yes I know he only speaks lies Even though they smell like death, I listen I and he become as one, cursing the groumd The same ground that supports my step the same ground where I slept That dreaded quagmire that shall bring me down which holds my foot from solid ground I listen and the why has forever evaded me So I tell thee now fear the quagmire meant only to pull you down