The Gathering - Eleanor

Eleanor

Underneath the mask youve buried yourself into
Its coal-black
Imtired of the gulping that you do
Every day a new face
What if I unscrew
Your own identity
Wouldnt you guess there is nothing left of you?
The quicksand of life drags us
Down into the circle
One day . we might not catch you
I feel sorry for what you try to do
Breaking others down. to try and to pursue
Your own selfish interests
Imstarting to get sick of you
Whatever happened ever since you left
You make yourself and me look like fools